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A collection of stories and poems written by me. They can be quite graphic in nature, readers discretion is advised.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Violent people...

Violent people,
trained to kill,
forced to survive,
never really lived,
don’t want to die,
serve the country,
protect the interests,
protect the loved ones,
I swear to protect this country,
the land of confusion,
this is the time,
give us the place,
and we will kill,
trained to do so,
fight til death,
or insanity.
Posted by MacGyver at 5:53 PM

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