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is tired and the soldiers are all dead. The rotten corpses of the people that stayed are dead stinking messages and the holes on the bricks and the dust in the air, bullet holes like love holes and dimples in bloody smashed faces. Screaming in little gunpowder scented rooms, woman raped and murdered or raped and left pregnant with the rapists cancer. Empty bullet casings on the floor glittering like lost teeth. Children’s milk teeth in wide crying black holes holding their fathers heads not knowing that the grey and purple guck on thier little hands is daddy’s brains. Crying starving heartbroken diseased raped wounded tired angry furious weak dead dead dead I pick up the television remote and switch channels because The Simpsons are on |
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