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It could have been dirtier if I had not shot myself, After being disheartened by a cheating wife. Now you might ask what dirtier than blood on the ceiling, Even dirtier than a bullet through my lower jaw? Yes I answer. If I had chosen to stay alive, And fix the matter once & for all. If I had barged into her privacy, Into the indecent incandescence. If I had not shot myself, And had shot them both. Then my honour would have suffered, Court martial is far worse than that. I was tired from killing terrorists, And I loved her too much to hurt her. Even so, had I not promised her dad, That I'll care about her just as he did. And, had I not promised her mother, That I'll hurt her never ever ever...? So I chose the easier way, I just shot myself dead. Now she'll live peaceably, And even I will definitely. Not worrying about what they say, Not worrying about the government, Not worrying about the nation now. I just hope my buddies will take care, Of their own & the national security.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
Dirtier (Indecent Incandescence Pt. 2)
It could have been dirtier if I had not shot myself, After being disheartened by a cheating wife. Now you might ask what dirtier than blood on the ceiling, Even dirtier than a bullet through my lower jaw? Yes I answer. If I had chosen to stay alive, And fix the matter once & for all. If I had barged into her privacy, Into the indecent incandescence. If I had not shot myself, And had shot them both. Then my honour would have suffered, Court martial is far worse than that. I was tired from killing terrorists, And I loved her too much to hurt her. Even so, had I not promised her dad, That I'll care about her just as he did. And, had I not promised her mother, That I'll hurt her never ever ever...? So I chose the easier way, I just shot myself dead. Now she'll live peaceably, And even I will definitely. Not worrying about what they say, Not worrying about the government, Not worrying about the nation now. I just hope my buddies will take care, Of their own & the national security.
Part 2/3 of Indecent Incandescence My HP Poem #953 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
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