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Snipers

Dust and blood on an iPod that plays, Hole, for love of country, for love, Of the scope on a fine bolt action M-40 rifle. Cupid was a sniper, for love of Psyche. Like the marksman in the minaret that shot, Lance Corporal Miller in the face, He will have a thousand virgins at his feet. As Corporal Nick Ziolkowski loved to kill, Having taken three mortals in one day, Was a badge of honor he would proclaim, Now he lives under that shining city on the hill. The world loves it’s patient heros, How gently they lay in wait, divinely, Saving humanity from it’s dark Eros.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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