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Aug 2013
They rush forward to try and destroy me,
yet I cut them down.
The horses and men charge to try and flank me,
yet I mow them down.
I am fed belts of bullets which I spit out at speed.
My chatter installs fear into the enemy
I am a new type of weapon that has changed warfare forever.
Written by
Brodie Corrigan  Vancouver
(Vancouver)   
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