Dialogue #1 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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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.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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