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the wind whispers to you in furious ways, ominous notes, like a dusty violin stenciling finality into the air. the percussion of foot-soldiers trembles the grass.   you have grown, my war-child,   from the days of ****** tea parties   to a diva guerrilla,   terrible and well-rehearsed,   your bulleted libretto close to your chest-- and as trumpets sound in the offing, the curtain draws back. AK-47, pizzicato-- gasoline breeds fire, incinerates woodwinds, the wine of the coloratura soprano melts into blood.   witch, ***** daughter of gunpowder,   bella contralto, your   deep and tremulous vibrato is a   grenade, and as death crashes to a crescendo, mortality in the tin frequency of cymbals-- the only armistice is annihilation.
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Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
shotgun opera
the wind whispers to you in furious ways, ominous notes, like a dusty violin stenciling finality into the air. the percussion of foot-soldiers trembles the grass.   you have grown, my war-child,   from the days of ****** tea parties   to a diva guerrilla,   terrible and well-rehearsed,   your bulleted libretto close to your chest-- and as trumpets sound in the offing, the curtain draws back. AK-47, pizzicato-- gasoline breeds fire, incinerates woodwinds, the wine of the coloratura soprano melts into blood.   witch, ***** daughter of gunpowder,   bella contralto, your   deep and tremulous vibrato is a   grenade, and as death crashes to a crescendo, mortality in the tin frequency of cymbals-- the only armistice is annihilation.
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Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
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