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Aug 2014
What are those people thinking,
developing toxic weaponry,
chemical compounds
in aerosol form.

Oh those nerve agents,
they can scramble your brain,
put you into seizures
with no control over your bowels,
foaming at the mouth,
it ain't pretty.

And when your lungs fill
up on blood
from AK,
no way
you're gonna make it.
I wonder how
those guys would feel
if you sprayed some of that mist
on their next of kin.
I insist
they'd lie.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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