carbide facets
flowing fastest
obsessed captains
squeezing grasped hands
casings unrest
from their recess
passing through their
targets' blown chests
from sailing
to scathing
a fusion
impaling
whatever happened to a tackle and punch
not a barrel aimed by half a disease
you're already fucking agro enough
now you're pulling with pass of a breeze
an armed domestic with the urge to promote
the execution of an unknown party
upon facing any threat to yourself
your first choice is to glock your unease
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