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Mercenary and Noise


Medvedev vows to destroy bombers
The people sway at his words, pretending heaven tumbles into this, his unforgiving plot that will soon come back to greet their heavy hearts.

Multiple Israeli strikes hit Gaza
The children were dressed for the parade, yet they knew not what awaited their joy, what unknown would greet them on their path, things that had the power to dull their hearts.

Army: Gays Still Can Be Dismissed If They Speak Up
This rule that breathes gives no answer, in the firmness of the warrior our exposed intolerance stirs our blind procession, our dwindling freedom.

Feds argue against releasing 8 members of Michigan militia
The standing mercenary with the noise in his throat like the gurgle of death bubbling up with the blood of tyrants.

How dependent is the U.S. on foreign oil?
The church bells chime, the rainfall falls, the mountains mount, but the smell of addiction does not fade, empires, without exception, do.


© 2010 by mark prime


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