Week 5: Asylum vs. Adonis (ASYLUM WINS 4-3)

[asylum]

He kissed the cross and said a hail mary,
Bullets rained like hail as they bailed water out of their landing craft.
Standing aft. Bullets pelted his companions fast,
and Ryan moved from behind his friend as he passed,
before running the gambit he saw squirts of MG led beating the ground and men bleeding,
he saw bullets slaughtering Sons with Daughters and Fathers at home from belts feeding,
rounds that spread heat in deadly spurts, Ryan could feel it's heat melting,
the ground before him as his right foot suck into the turf.
Swallowed by a sinkhole from an artillery shell that recently fell,
stuck in the briefest of hells, out in the open he looked up and felt,
both eyes of the German as he sighted him.
That single moment stretched for an eternity in his mind’s eye.
A dozen different emotions exploded with the tracer tracing a bright line.
On his right cheek, as he tightened his helmet,
not frightened, just hell bent. A shell sent it’s whispering hint and he left,
tucked and rolled behind a burm while a man manned a nest he’d recently pressed,
the clattering firing pin lit a fire inside of him you’ll never see alive in men,
until their minds have went into dark places some need to mind and mend.
The line was sent turning to meet an enemies flanking movement,
Because they needed ammo and reenforcing ranks to move in,
To counter an unending amount of troops sent.
Death invites you to it’s den, who lives and who dies’ decided by forces within,
dozens of steel tags adorned with identities, engorging the enemy,
with it’s million legs forming like centipedes.
Conform for an entity, engorged but remembered,
war torn flags burn to ashes and embers.