Spare me the lessons
in arms & ammunition.
That's not what it's about.
The number is holy...
HOLY FUCK!
Count the bones
in your body
that can turn
into ash.
Let go of the burn
when you had a crash.
Your heart can't heal
from heat-seeking missiles.
You are already a target
in the Devil's secret files.
He's seen you laugh and smile.
No walls can guard
you now. Fortify
until you turn 45.
Rest, the bullets
will get you
until you die.
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