B-82A Poem by BLitZeDThe raid was long, snipers, bombs; Dirty, Nuclear, Neutron, Hydrogen, Napalm. Disarm? its an alarm clock with a Tsar. Im gone. Electromagnetic, Clusters, Bunkers, Thermal energetic. Stars in a jar, thousands of them mustered. You can come on with it, Kamehameha's no misconception. Let's not forget s**t, I'll drop you like a fly, guess which direction. Thousands of them must hurt, wish upon a star you had got to stepping. Rounds barking like dogs f**k the mustard, Duck down, don't catch up, points are clustered, Good Lord in Heaven, this real s***s Hellish. If I could change anything, I'd go back and just choose the relish. _____|__|_____ .....|...../ .Blu|-82./ .HI|KE./ ..|../ .|./ |/ v
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Added on February 1, 2016Last Updated on February 1, 2016 AuthorBLitZeDNew Jersey Devil, FLAbouti give them the plans i drew up with thoughts methodically calculated and so intricately placed , every outcome was accounted for and algebraically related. f*****g statistically graced, like .. more..Writing
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