Roaring Death Machine

Roaring Death Machine

A Poem by Baby Ricochet

     Roaring Death Machine

   Reaper's sweet wet dream

             Metal raking

           widow making

      Roaring Death Machine

 

  Desperate screams & Pleas

      Ripping at the seams

            Metal flying

         Ripping Dying

    Spitting tracer streams

 

      Wailing siren lover

    Valkyrie like no other

      Death hand finger

         on her trigger

     Funeral shroud cover

 

     Ripping sky steel

    Murder bird unreal

       terror flaming

       Soul claiming

    Fates turning wheel

 

      Tracers coming

      Targets running

     Motors humming

   Mechanical cunning

       Terror gunning

     Spitting mangling

            death

 

     Roaring Death Machine

   Reapers sweet wet dream

        Metal raking

       Widow making

   Roaring Death Machine

 

 

© 2012 Baby Ricochet


Author's Note

Baby Ricochet
Heavy automactic weapons. Our Intelligence knew from listening to Hajji's cell phone conversations air assaults by gun ships like C130'S, cobras or A-10'S were particularly demoralizing. If you've ever seen one of these beasts in action it's easy to see why. They tear everything they target to pieces. That's American tax dollars at work right there baby! YEAH!!!

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Pax
your really great at rhyming.
i enjoyed this very much. a feeling of using a gun, that's what i see.
thanks for sharing your expression on the roaring death machine. :D

Posted 12 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

12 Years Ago

thanx
Pax

12 Years Ago

your always welcome my friend.
Should call that thing the winged Tommy gun.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Baby Ricochet

12 Years Ago

Old school. Thaanx

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