Hunting Season

Hunting Season
Irrational Reason
Spill the Blood
Of Child of God
Dressed in white Camouflage
I entered the white
Forrest 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 another Match