The jungle, the soldier, the end

    

        Jungle warfare, the ones who care
The napalm is hungry
Craving induction of a new meal
Tool's roast chicken's in the bonfire
Streaked across
              Vast battlefield's

Men shriek and quake the ground
Howling at blue moon's, a joke Ares played on them
The young nieve son, seed of the war child
He sit's, laying in wait
His eyes fixed, peering through the endless dark
His heart heavy with the bead's of sin trophies

The young boy, kill's marked
He sorted out the weights of his life
He craved the freedoms of the jungle
Vines, animals feasting on poisonous fruit, in his corporal's grave
They stalk these marching soldier's, patrolling the tree's
A place for a feast hall to be built
A place for grub's to hide

Distant explosion's, they are like expressive anger
Anger, it seem's, is embodied here
It is too cunning for the general's and their men

Back to the young mom
Waiting quietly in the tall grass
He peer's forward, one round left
He peered into the dark wartime jungle
He saw..growling teeth and grinning eyes
They spoke back into his ear
         FEAR!!
His mind, as he FIRED!!!
Suicide, the lay now in the grass
In this channeled echo, he shall remain