Hordes of thousands storming a grueling distance to the far- off area near Giza. British and Egyptian resistance crushed by German and Italian comrades alike, hunting down Brits like a sly vulture, as blankets of steel fabricated by thousands of men march frivilously down the streets of Cairo. Lead pours down in endless streams as Bren guns roar and pellot the sand and shale. A young rifleman strikes a round into the endless baragge of ammunition propelling down the masses of dunes in the neverending desert. Men brace and fall, as a young Franklin Gnyer falls in frail onto the mass of sand. Khaki- dressed figures approach, striking down all unfortunates that have survived. Franklin falls. The world turns black. (Thank you for reading this!)
This is a work of fiction. Do not take this or the "poem" above personally as an attack. I made this at 1 AM, I am tired but won't sleep. WTAF am I doing.
