preoccupied by foolish needs for ammunition, we forgot where the chains are connected. we let them militias gain names, just so we can have a devil's list of places to lay the blame. yet, there is an NSA level version of amnesia involved in forgetting that the blame lies with us. foolish still, how we imagine that the ammunition never gets redirectected our way.
everbody has their hate, and hate is what everbody thinks they need for survival. like a full-body piece of Kevlar, invented by another set of dreams. and we simply imagine that the next shot won't go into our home. piercing someone we love in a terrible way we simply cannot take back.
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