Slicing Bullets

My swords my shatter

in the last battle against

stone hearts, but at least

I’m alive. I am now

the Broken Bladed Warrior.

May they rest in pieces

as I try to forge

weaponry with the

power of every soul

who withstood the

passing glances

of the privileged.

While they’re busy

with their Guns of Glory,

I toil in the pits of iron.

Those who warn not to

pit blade against bullet

haven’t seen the way

rust has worked its magic

inside the chamber.

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