They all stand tall,
Knowing they may live only a few seconds more,
Many more have died before them,
Many are yet to die,
This is not fun,
This is no art,
This is war.
They step forward now,
Knowing it's their turn,
Now they are no longer men,
But dice in the hand of fate,
Every thing slows,
I watch as one by one,
They fall,
All,
But one,
He looks toward me,
As I raise my gun and shoot