dividing the battlefields by Donald Pastures
Veins of blackened steel we bled Pooling blood and dripping lead Ripping through flesh and piercing bone The battlefields our final home Rockets leaped across the skies They see no evil tell no lies Once they hit upon the ground The king is heard from all around Rounds leap from trigger pulls Crippling enemies, felling foes Bodies crunching under their feet The queen is who you soon shall meet Bases rocketing from the ground Fortifications all around Rooks preventing your success Engineers on the defense Gases leaking from their ranks Driving fearful foes insane Knights leaping over your heads Dragoon warriors coming next Dashing between your lines Leaving splatters far behind Falling in battle before we dismount The bishop making these treads count Arcing over pawns heads Raining their missiles, pumping down lead Flying high above the best Aviation’s raining death Up up in the skies Enemy’s missiles flying high If it flies, it’s gonna die ADA, your eye in the sky
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