Hunting Season. Irrational Reason. Spill the Blood, of Child of God. Dressed in white Camouflage I entered the white Forest of Eden. The Beauty denies genocide acts, and hidden underneath white Leaf I wait for the Shoot. The Target in my T'scope. With erected Cock. Calculate the Distance. The TRigger licks my Skin. The Sound of Death, tear up the Silence. A Full Metal Jacket, rapes the holy Flesh. I see the Victim fall, with me comes the death. But my T'scope's yet fixed, on a another Match.