(39) April 3, 2010: Pop

POP

Mayhem carves the brain,
Damage no one tells,
Strappled scars remain,
Stronger grow the spells.
  Pop-of-the-gun,
  Pop-of-the-gun,
  Pop, Pop, Pop-of-the-gun,
  Pop-of-the-gun.

Darkness burning bright,
Pixel studded glare,
Cold returning fright,
Frozen-blooded stare.
  Pop-of-the-gun,
  Pop-of-the-gun,
  Pop, Pop, Pop-of-the-gun,
  Pop-of-the-gun.

Stabbing shackled cries,
Curled within the game,
Raging hackles rise,
Coaxing sin by name.
  Pop-of-the-gun,
  Pop-of-the-gun,
  Pop, Pop, Pop-of-the-gun,
  Pop-of-the-gun.

D. Edgar Lamp

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