Lubercated to perfection,
These very hands that crafted,
Staggering humanoids,
Travel down the black belt,
Intense invisible flame,
Leads to a smoldering iron cage,
Left to melt,
Injected into molds,
Cooled down metal casings,
Placed into a clip,
Adjusted sight set,
Slowly he pulls the trigger back,
Surpresser nullifes the sound,
Traveling north to the target,
Hollowed hole left in its metal skull,
Oil spews and flows,
Any clue of existence is gone,
Recover the remains,
Send down the black belt,
To the smoldering iron cage,
No trace is left
By:ObligatoryInsightPoet
5/31/13
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