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The Teen Ink Books Series

Chicken Soup for the Teen Soul Book - Real-Life Stories by Real Teens

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Dialogue #1

Emily O., Boynton Beach, FL

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By Samuel A., Omaha, NE

Upon another limb flame foil flail.
And bellicose fortitudes stoke a foundry
Of righteousness; the mold each hath prepared.
Swirling hollow men cast noble scales,
And purge gray matter upon the earth.
Alarum drifts heavily upon an atmospheric
Depression; Death balances all.
How quick to judge and quicker still
To kill all evil: all the damned.
Lucifer has his two cents.
Bombs explode and flesh confetti
Adorns a celebratory mass.
Strike a tally!
A heathen infidel: an enemy insurgent,
Is henceforth disposed in heralded security.
Secure indeed in incessant destruction
Till purity (at last) has graced our nations
With charred desolation.




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