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Flame Thrower

"surrender" in a megaphone voice

it worked yesterday

dragged them out

hands on heads, downcast faces


five minutes wait

gripping my fire proof suit

will they show in surrender?

a dozen guns behind me

a fidgeting cameraman

the dancing orange

soon to be blasted

I'll barely hear the screaming

burnt husbands, blackened brothers

let's roast some more today!

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