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Knock out kings fur life
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IP:
As I sit on my chari strapped to my m-16,
with mad thoughts going through my head,
all I could think about was the explosions below.
But as the chopper maneuvered back and fro,
the smell of death filled the cockpit,
but as shrap metal tour through the air.
I begin to think that I was back at the fourth of July.
But as we watch the smoke rise to sun I remeber seeing the red turn into the sky.
While the chopper shot down below,
screams and cries where heard from down below.
But all I could do was watch as heaven turned to hell.
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