Automatic Weapons
The full-auto spoke death, and bullets were its words
He peppered the bodies with another deadly spray from his SMG
The old man's body jerked with the impact of each shot
The trio of 9mm flesh-rippers tore and twisted him from his perch
Flesh and fiber shredded under the Uzi's wicked assault
The chattering AK-47 tried to start a conversation with his vital organs
The .30 caliber machine gun chattered blind
She shot enough lead to kill three of him and only missed once
His gun added to the chorus of death being sung all around him
He poured a half-dozen rounds into him for good measure
He cut loose with the SMG as soon as the sentry looked his way
His AK-47 began a from-the-hip scattering of 7.62mm gut-rippers
The SMG chattered until its thirty-round vocabulary was done
The gangster let loose with a burst from his submachine gun
He switched to full-auto
The weapon's angry voice warned off the soldiers' pursuit
The rag doll figure did a clumsy backward somersault
Machine guns mulched flesh, mowing men down
Caught by the assault rifle's burst, the man did a jerky sidestep
The deadly drumming impact released a crimson river from his coat
A final burst swept him off his feet and pitched him down the staircase
He ended in a twitching sprawl across the vehicle's front seat
Blazing steel marched across the car hood in a relentless line
A gunner sprang into his path, blazing him with an automatic carbine
He snapped off a final burst, then turned and ran
Downwind, the hollow men danced a bloody two-step to the gun's beat
The machine gun spoke in stuttering bursts
The chattering gun weaved a whining figure eight over the target
He pinned the guard to the wall with a deadly figure eight
He stroked off another burst from the highly-modified M-16
Bullets riddled virgin flesh in a shooting gallery of horror
The steel jackets riddled them, sweeping them into leaking piles of flesh
The bodies twitched and fell, springing holes as if by magic
The machine gun swept the porch free of attackers
Not caring who he killed, the man pulled the trigger in an aimless spray
His trigger finger stroked out a quick three-round burst
A spattering of lead raked his flank
He returned fire with his Uzi one-handed
Hot death from the big guns blistered the general's troops to bits
The automatic rifle came to life again, ready to chop him to pieces
He swung his Uzi toward his attacker
Uzi fire crashed and rattled
The killers tumbled lifelessly, their torsos turned to soup by the barrage
The burst was short and surgically precise
A dozen bullets ripped flesh and fabric into bloody tatters
A dozen rounds picked the man up and slammed him against the wall
The Uzi shuddered out its shivering rain of death
The SMG's bullets punched him into a useless sprawl
The stutter-gun sizzled shot after shot at the fleeing fugitives
A line of 9mm slugs stitched the madmen as they ran across the asylum lawn
The brutal burst had the men thrashing like fish out of water
The blast had them breathing crimson foam from mangled lungs
The AK-47 had the men eating dirt stained black by their running blood
The stutter of AK-47s filled the night
The burp-gun belched and stuttered
A string of hot steel manglers spilled open his guts
The gunner cut loose with a deadly barrage that ripped the night
A blistering hot steel rain ripped from the bunker, shredding men to pulp
A curtain of .30 flesh-manglers came down on the stage of his flesh
The high-powered assault rifles peppered the bodies into bloody rags
Set to full-auto, the weapon made short work of the advancing enemy