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Rated: E · Poetry · War · #2131073

Trying to convey a fast and chaotic sense of war. All criticism is welcomed.

War Atomized

Its time, and I'm a deadly thought.

My midnight eyes see you confused on bombs.

My life lights sky pistons by control.

(Run.)

You're fast, are you Fire?

Night food, denied now.

Cause its sleep time.

(Out.)

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