Fuse
Fuse
Milly the mortar bomb went bang! Her little bits of shrapnel sought out flesh. Her blast wave wanted to crush. Her tail fin stuck in an Argentinean's head. Milly's owner, Private Gonk, British Army, reloaded and fired again. He enjoyed his job.
It's all about touching hearts with the thermonuclear flash, improving lives with the terrific blast wave, making shoes to run like Santa Claus, loving art so you make better bombs and believing in targeting people.
The General stole a sack of grenades to show his kids. He planned a surprise party with a blast. The fun would be explosive and egg shaped. Bits of metal were the gift. Death the prize. The General smiled to himself. He was ready to kill.
Picnic by Jimmy Boom Semtex
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