Ode to the X Team

I see the X Team on the horizon,

I hear the battle cry.

We all take pride in our killstreaks,

Not to mention when we die.

I see X Black on Cracked killing,

Some chumps lifeless body beneath him.

And then I see Black move ahead,

Leaving chumps body weak and limping.

X White is a cool kill operator,

You can hear him when he speaks.

Smooth, calm and sophisticated,

He ensures the enemy is weak.

X Red can see them crawling,

Begging him for mercy and relief,

X Red knows only execution,

And total self belief.

X Silver is the team champion,

Always working together,

He lives and breathes for the X Team,

He will be X forever.

X Yellow is a rare machine,

Efficient in his kill spree,

Grenades, headshots and the rest,

To kill makes him free.

X Blue is temperamental,

Like a crazy barrack boy,

He throws his temper at the enemy,

But the temper brings sweet joy.

X Green is a team player,

Always covering overhead,

Without the cool deadly sniper Green,

Most of us would be dead.

X Gold is as yet untried,

Though of this we have no doubt.

Through death and complete destruction,

His name we’ll chant and shout.

So if you see the X Team coming,

Perhaps you better run,

Cos the X Team is gonna kill you,

Kill you just for fun.