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The Shooter Possessed
He clutches his demonic delusions
While yelping out his
programmed three-beat chants
In a closed loop of mindless
obedience
Celebrating the poison fed to
him
He clutches his envies and
resentments
Until they explode from his
magic gun -
When vanities collapse in blood and smoke
And he is abandoned, a howling soul
He clutches at his weeping concrete blocks
While
those who sent him clutch their single-malt
Cf. Dostoyevsky’s The
Possessed / The Devils
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