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Bradley’s hit, dismount on fire,

Screaming ghosts, fiber optic wire.

Head to cover, expose detected,

Thermal vision—movement tracked, corrected.

Storm-V strikes, the pincers close,

Outflanked, outgunned, the last post.

No more rounds, no fight remains,

Murder sparkles of burning rain.

Cluster rounds ignite the night,

Metal hail, no time for flight.

Close within the frozen mire,

Knives and rifles, flesh and fire.

Storm-V strikes, the pincers close,

Outflanked, outgunned, the last post.

No more rounds, no fight remains,

Murder sparkles of burning rain.

Hunted by drones, no safe retreat,

Walk artillery pounds defeat.

Airburst lights the choking sky,

Trapped battalions left to die.

Storm-V strikes, the pincers close,

Outflanked, outgunned, the last post.

No more rounds, no fight remains,

Murder sparkles of burning rain.

Storm-V completes, the silence falls,

Scattered bodies, distant calls.

Sky is white, the frontlines die,

Encircled fate—none survive.