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Fingers cut palms as hands turn to stone And a catapult hurls the projectile home Knuckles collapse from bone meeting bone Down in the alleys where miscreants roam Suggestions of violence fill gutters with blood Fill heads with the sense of nefarious thrill Their skin turns to ash and their brains into mud Rage in the kingdom of eager to **** The children are soldiers who train everyday Cowboys and Indians, Robbers and Cops ****** is plot and the actors will play Portraying the place life will come to a stop Violence is cancer, and love is no more Edge of our seats waiting for the next war Dedicated to the deceased and forgotten, Love and Peace
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
Violence, a sonnet
Fingers cut palms as hands turn to stone And a catapult hurls the projectile home Knuckles collapse from bone meeting bone Down in the alleys where miscreants roam Suggestions of violence fill gutters with blood Fill heads with the sense of nefarious thrill Their skin turns to ash and their brains into mud Rage in the kingdom of eager to **** The children are soldiers who train everyday Cowboys and Indians, Robbers and Cops ****** is plot and the actors will play Portraying the place life will come to a stop Violence is cancer, and love is no more Edge of our seats waiting for the next war Dedicated to the deceased and forgotten, Love and Peace
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tanner-angelo
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
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