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the wrath of a devil...

muzzle-load,shoot,bleed,die.
I rejoice every moment of it.
As I conquer again and again.
I take pride killing Gandhi,Lennon,Kennedy.
I have witnessed the Independence marchings,
Student revolts genocides and the impotent brits killing innocents.
I have soaked the History pages with blood.
I am made of a lead-core and I am 8mm calibre.

I always hit the target when I am being propelled.
And then miseries grasp like supersonics.Maelstrom.
I exhilarate.

I smile when you squabble and fool around.
Violence,revenge flowing through your blood.
You conspire to kill.
And I thrive.
Seem like your brains have already been eaten up by Maggots.
I am holding life-magic wand of the corroding Hummanity.
My hand of power cannot be denied.
I will stand alone at the end.

muzzle-load,shoot,bleed,die.
I am made of a lead-core and I am 8mm calibre.

Comments

rimz said…
wow... a whole lot different yet a touchy piece. But sometimes d 'smaller' devil is used to stab d 'bigger' one for d sake of welfare.
November 23, 2008 at 4:31 PM
Urchin said…
nt for the welfare...it is the mess we have made....
bt i am 8 mm calibre!!..he he
thanx a lot..
and thanx to Anindyo...sorted out horrible errors...
November 23, 2008 at 4:51 PM
Krishanu said…
Sudip M aka urchin impersonating an 8 mm calibre !!!!!....the theme is not run of the mill stuff... treatment at its best...reminds me of 'blood and gore' that takes to make this civilization...well thought and brilliantly executed...
November 23, 2008 at 5:31 PM
Urchin said…
i can be..u knw...as far as my skeleton structure is concerned....
bt wat the hell gonna happen 4m tmrw....porchis...
November 23, 2008 at 5:38 PM
anindyo said…
good work here ... well we can all hope that the days of the .90 calibers..the 'pezzonovantes' ... and how they dictate ... will end someday ...
November 23, 2008 at 7:55 PM
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