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[title] => The Bullet
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[bodytext] => Stuffed into the stomach- Of the bulging rifle It sits, as still as stone- obediently waiting. The boy fancied to be a writer he itched to spill the earth with purple joy and lather fans in echoes of hope. Yet for the dirt, swept across this land he will fight despite the razor sting of a mother’s salty tears. One by one they flew away- rendering the steel chamber empty, cold, lost- and their friendship barely kindled but the minuscule demons shall have none of it. Soaring- proudly through the dust, their metallic jackets sparkle- shimmering across the field like drops of water racing to quench the devils thirst. And being far too conceited to miss they flew with bright intentions and gave his head a kiss. The rest riddled calligraphy on his chest- branding him destined for the earth’s volcanic gut. Leaving his soul submerged within the rich-boiling blood and drunken with the devil’s joy. As for the bullet, having fulfilled it’s duty with fanatic bravery, it has been lifted by the hands of angels. Thus righteously serving In the next -Crusade for Justice. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 73 [informant] => themonk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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