They rush forward to try and destroy me,
yet I cut them down.
The horses and men charge to try and flank me,
yet I mow them down.
I am fed belts of bullets which I spit out at speed.
My chatter installs fear into the enemy
I am a new type of weapon that has changed warfare forever.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
They rush forward to try and destroy me,
yet I cut them down.
The horses and men charge to try and flank me,
yet I mow them down.
I am fed belts of bullets which I spit out at speed.
My chatter installs fear into the enemy
I am a new type of weapon that has changed warfare forever.