They lie outright side by side, enthused to carry it all out with meticulous concentration – been waiting, peering between this breathing shrubbed greenery a fair while now
Rifles silently locked and quietly trembling within to prep what’s painstakingly ready
Time they send these bullets by way of poisonous blood, transform the opposition from egos to fallen zeros
Soon as these bodies align themselves right aside instigator’s eagle-eyed vision
This particular precision right this begotten minute may just be the sexiest thing that these war-torn soldiers ever let themselves achieve