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theyre limbs severed for misdemeanors n blasphemes theyre sick, they said.. lets feed em some vaccine blacks scenes of sand storms n stone battered bitches in backwards tattered villages, he chats n sits with a rusty klasnekoff, in grainy back dropped images self assured his gods appeased with his tyrannous syndicate his route across the silk road, unseen an sinuous he invited armies into his poppy fields and mud huts we replied with a front line, and in im one of those dumb fucks..
the sun sucks the life from veins, cracks fissurs in lips viscous sand whipped trenches attacked by militant kids my brothers slain, crossing the road could leave em in bits.. they all hate us, for forcing our freedoms on them realisms quick to set in when tested by a extremists fever for bliss prepd to matyr themselves they wait feeling tha switch to swiftly transcend this place, rise from the ash like pheonixes to a place where fifty virgins lie in wait, we fight on his plain his turf, his sniper gaze catches me, a ant amongst the dirt i hear it fizz past, a quick glance for cover, an i feel the burn a molten slug slithers deep in my arm, releasing my muscles i drop my weapon and will, listenin to the drip from my knuckles, lower my head to watch claret run from my sleeves n pool in my palm i dont fear the end, I kneel to accept it, im calm a metallic thud smashes my mug, and the world turns a cold black i woke to to the rumble of jeeps, my head, in one of those bags...
this will be a ongoing series so look out for the next one
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