THE REAPER
Dry ice the pickle man, he came with
trouble to despoil the land, and he left
with nothing but what he had in his hands:
The dripping carrion of a notion of death,
a landscape of destruction, fourteen thousand
bullets and five thousands soldiers all ready :
With flames for their eyeballs and and guns
at the ready, holding things open and keeping
them steady. This land is no match for the reaper.
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