Danger Close

Dust storm horizon, fire in the sky,
Coordinates whispered, the enemy dies.
Radio crackles, the silence breaks,
"Angels inbound — bring the earthquake!"

A finger on the trigger, but it’s not my gun,
Steel birds screaming, nowhere to run.
A god on the headset, I call down the rain,
From thirty thousand feet of mechanized pain.



Eyes to the ground, ear to the storm,
Death in my hands, where chaos is born.
Targets acquired, judgment imposed,
One word away from danger close.



Fire mission, execution — precision control!
Marking the reaper with a laser’s cold glow.
Collateral shadows, civilians erased,
History written in the dust we’ve displaced.



Grid square prison, the valley of hate,
War’s on repeat, just press play, detonate.
Static and screaming, I filter the sound,
"Cleared hot — weapons free — light up the ground!"

Machine of destruction, my voice is the key,
Thunder and shrapnel obeying me.
The pilot’s the hammer, I’m forging the nail,
Writing apocalypse over the trail.



Eyes to the ground, ear to the storm,
Death in my hands, where chaos is born.
Targets acquired, judgment imposed,
One word away from danger close.


Fire mission, execution — precision control!
Marking the reaper with a laser’s cold glow.
Collateral shadows, civilians erased,
History written in the dust we’ve displaced.


"Push-to-talk, digital death,
Nine-line prayer with a soldier’s breath.
In the crossfire of politics, blood and sand,
I am the scalpel in a butcher’s hand."


Steel rain descending, apocalypse signed,
No mercy delivered, no peace left behind.
Coordinates vanish, the echoes remain,
A ghost with a headset who called down the flame.