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May 2014
Stress on their brows and iron in their gait.
They exhale smoke like factories.
Extra arms, and packed in like ants.
Soldiers **** innocent people.
They call themselves "warriors",
and here they've become talked up
to the positions of saints and angles.
Deified.
Soldiers **** children.
With lightning at their fingertips
and thunder on their breath.
Our unfettered support into
death and those who would
perpetuate it.
In the name of God and Country.
******* idiots. We're all ******* idiots,
and we can't tell our ***** from our elbows,
but you know what makes sense?
Austin Heath
Written by
Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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