hardball targets- rocket propelled follies befall them
rubble ablaze, blood bubbles in the fray- and we're calling this awesome
rags for riches... grenades, mags, marbles and fertilizer we call in.
animal carcasses hiding provocative secrets... waiving caution for coffins.
pallbearers employed, for our calling's the causing...
dog collars only remnants of a patrolling unit unaware of our shrapnel deposits.
ravines and riverbeds riddled with ambush aftermath... applause from our bosses.
to reap what we sow would mean revocation of our virgin promise for self-inflicted losses.
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Ahem.
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