GSK's Day by Razel DaviesBattle arrives,
We sharpen our knives.
Upon first light,
We give our lives.
With a fight to win,
GSK comes in.
Pushing forward,
Let slaughter begin.
Guns ablaze,
And bunkers razed.
The platoon leader,
Full of praise.
No time to stop,
With heads to pop.
A sniper shot,
Enemies drop.
Airstrikes flood,
Leaving only blood.
Opponent’s weapons,
Seem like a dud.
The win assured,
With all objectives secured.
All worth,
What we have endured.
Blue dots cheer,
As we draw near.
Victory is ours,
The dust begins to clear.
With a fight to win,
GSK comes in.
Pushing forward,
Let slaughter begin. 07/23/2010
Author's Note: A poem about my clan, GSK, in the video game MAG.
Posted on 07/23/2010 Copyright © 2025 Razel Davies
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