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[aid] => mick
[title] => Better Gun
[time] => 2009-04-21 20:26:26
[hometext] => It's been a while, but I'll give it a shot...
[bodytext] => - No sense in tears for this mistake, Taking joy in senseless hate. Dead bodies under rising sun. This is what's best, the better gun. You shoot them down and stab your stake, Into the heart in bodies 'wake. Cherished cries of pain and gore. Sweetest taste of victor's war. It cost's you lives, but that's the price, A trade of men for grains of rice. Send your men in there to fight, For they know not what's good and right. The sirens wail, the bombs are dropped, This war machine cannot be stopped. Your troops are under target's gaze, They could not see it through the haze. The ones who live, they to are gone, Poor fools they are, no brain to brawn. You bid them march away from us. No gun like this, so greater fuss. You sneak and hide, then load your gun, To snipe the ones beneath that run. Terror, in their blood-stained face, Who waited just a moment late. They're still alive, at least to me. Their heralds sang so beautifully. Forever, whence I saw them glanced, A soul so lost, a life so chanced. My, you have a taste for war. Not far, near shout, nor blood nor gore. Such pride in death, should not be felt, When cards yourself, have not been dealt. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Mars [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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