First War

Sweat running down his face
Bloot shot eyes shut tight
Ignoreing what should be reality
He refuses to turn and fight

A Sniper rifle Clutched in his hand
He looks down at a sneaky figure
Carefuly he aims the weapon
He finaly pulls the trigger

Falling down, the figure looks shocked
The shooter looked quite proud
A team mate gives a signal
"That shot was much to loud"

Fleets of men pour into the woods
Bonbing, Shooting, Yelling
More shots are fired
After that, there was no telling

Fire at will!
The war began
Nothing but war
And violence in the land