Hunting Season.

Irrational Reason.

Spill the Blood,

of Child of God.

Dressed in white Camouflage

I entered the white

Forest of Eden.

The Beauty denies genocide acts,

and hidden underneath white Leaf

I wait for the Shoot.

The Target in my T'scope.

With erected Cock.

Calculate the Distance.

The TRigger licks my Skin.

The Sound of Death,

tear up the Silence.

A Full Metal Jacket,

rapes the holy Flesh.

I see the Victim fall,

with me comes the death.

But my T'scope's yet fixed,

on a another Match.