The men march up
The men sit down
and await
The coming through
The bursting through
of the gate
They sit and they listen
They sit and they boil
in their hate
Ambush in place
It's now time to kill
for the State.
A contest entry
- The Ultimate Sophistication by autarky.
700 points, ended November 30, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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So sad
We are damned if we do and damned if we dont for since the beginning of time . Every critter on earth has a predetor where we are our own predetors
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Oooh dark and true, this bites. I love it.
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