Machine Gun

Automatic death machine
Sustained at rapid rate
Bipod bedded in and chocked
Adverse conditions set
You’ll find me where the action is
I’m a national investment
Feared by all on both sides
Of the iron tangent
Ellipse
Cast on the ground
Sacred sign of instant death
Marked by automatic fire
The souls that it reaps
Shredded to pieces
To the song
Of the machine gun
Bombed up and ready to rock
If it has to be this way
I saturate the beaten zone
That’s why I never miss
Bullets arc across the sky
Through the cone of fire
Killing burst on target
Belt-fed, perforating bullet holes
I am automatic
I am rugged, wild, and free
I’m alive
Ellipse
Cast on the ground
Sacred sign of instant death
Marked by automatic fire
The souls that it reaps
Shredded to pieces
To the song
Of the machine gun