c0unter striKe

Its a game that we play
All the night, well into the day
A corridor that so full of sound
The busting boxes,the smoking alleys
Shouts of enemy and fire,round after round..

Buy your guns,load your spare..
Get Kevlar, here is you dare..
Game is on,the soldiers there..
"Go Go Go " shouts some one,
Finally done away with all fan and fare..

It starts of with, a dusty location
You rush in ,take your positions...
"Sniper in mid,rush thru shrt
and grenade the bomb spot"
Rush in there ,plant the bomb
Wait for the other CT's to come....

With the game in hands,
We move on to hellish lands...
In inferno we have a battle...
All soaked up and nerves rattled...
"Stick together with the team"
Throw in your flashes,lucky if the enemy is blind..
Mates boost you up,to sum unconceivable spot..
As if that matters,it all ends in a head shot..
Somewhere inside the houses,
A carbines wild,running through masses..

Move on and protect the nuke,
a map of skills n yea fluke....
Go of the loft,atop the caravan..
Flash,grenade n smoke them up..
Someones looking outta garage,
Two guys juss fall back on the ramp..
The T's waiting and spamming all over...

The rule of the game,stays all the same
You get some n you give some...
Its not survival of the fittest,
But the will of the "frus 2 est"
All that matters is ,who puts a bullet in the head...

There are days when you go running on a train yard
Or may juss simply hone your skills on dima..
Or may be just curse the servers down...For
Its a game that we play
All the night, well into the day......