Bunny hopping ain’t for nothing.
Leap around like an insane fool.
All to dodge the bullet spool.
Never ending flow of lead.
Or is it plasma aimed at your head?
I don’t…have a clue.
If it misses me then I’ll be pleased to.
Because the threat is real.
Underestimate if you wish to feel,
Butchered.
Part of a spree.
Savaged.
Overkill for me.
All these medals are flowing out.
Time for you to recount your doubt.
Crouch and hope it saves the day.
It may seem like camping.
But truth is I’m ramping.
Allowing my shields to recharge.
Right before I partake in a new barge.
Otherwise…its all for nothing.
If I survive through the pain.
Then I’ll restart again.
But fail to see and soon I’ll feel,
Butchered.
Part of a spree.
Savaged.
Overkill me.
All these medals are flowing out.
Time for us to recount our doubt.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 