by Michelle Buitenhuis

Created on: July 21, 2008

'Battle of Weapons'

Knife and Gun meet on a battle field,
Boasting, counting all their casualties.
"My Blade is sharp and cuts the flesh.
In only seconds will flow red and fresh,
The blood of those that run into me.
Shining silver, the last thing they'll see."

"But listen", the Gun says in return,
"Shooting a hole that itches and burns,
Will cause a much faster fall.
My bullets is what gets them all!
A cut from your blade they might survive,
But my bullets will take many lives.
From a distance I can be fired.
I'll grant a wish so often desired!
Like my bullets will fly through the air,
So will souls. But do not despair.
We both take lives, in different ways.
No one is better, the two of us slay.
Such is the mission we will fulfill
Our only purpose in life is to kill!"

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