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"No excuse, 

but the metal has rusted. 

An unkept armory. 

Barrels with red, 

triggers peppered orange. 

Springs stuck, 

pins, unmoving. 

Bores obstructed. 

The whole weapon set

useless, 

to the trained eye. 

But

a gun is still a gun, 

the potential it has

to kill, 

ever present. 

Rusty or not, 

it is still recognizable, 

months of no use

not enough to erase

the sizable impression

of the shape, 

the indication

of the handgun, long gun. 

The task looming, 

Armorer, 

keys in hand, 

sighing. 

Unlocking 

the cages, 

duty tumblers turning, 

locks coming free. 

So long, 

had it beem

since maintenance

had been laid

where it belong. 

The familiar metal

began to fill hands, 

twist, turn,

rifles broke down, 

pistols slid apart. 

Rusty was the

mind, 

as were the firemans, 

but both began 

to be broken

free. 

Rag, brush, 

break-away sprayed, 

assemblies oiled.

Pieces began to click, 

operate smoothly, 

unlike language, 

where lack of use

means disappearance, 

past tense

isn't the demise

of functionality of things,

like bike riding. 

or an armory. 

The Armorer will be busy,

it may take some time.

But he will pass inspection. 

With work, 

with determination, 

desire 

and time. 

It takes time

for things to rust. 

It takes time

to fix such a lack of use. 

The best solution

isn't busting rust, 

but daily use, 

rather." 

In time, those in power would come to fear the very monster they created, the salvation they gave birth to when at the edge of their demise. They called it Tyrant.

I had this Dream about a Year ago and I forgot to post it on here so here it is.... I must say this dream was unbelievably creepy. My cousin, who is going to college for producing films, wanted to use this dream for one of his short films, lol. It's an interesting dream to say the least... Anyway, here it goes:

Pig Mask Dream 9/20/2012 

I was in this trailer with this kid and my in-laws and Jeff (My Husband). There were huge fish tanks everywhere with bizzar looking fish in them. I was wanting to take the fish tanks home and as I was walking to the door there was a panic.

The little kid started screaming. And one of my in-law's said "Someone is at the door". I was spooked. The door had a window with a light colored curtian covering it and I could see the shilloette of a man through it. I freaked and we all ran to the back room.

We heard banging from outside the trailer. We kept going from room to room. This trailer seemed to be growing rooms! Then the banging stopped and I told the kid it hide by the side of the bed of the room we were in. I walked out into the hallway and looked out the window, and there were these men in pig masks looking through the windows and they started banging on the windows and trailer again.

I ran to make sure the door was locked and make sure no one had got inside. Then I looked out the window and saw a riot going on. People were swinggin chains, carrying weapons and shooting guns, and running in the street around the trailer!

I ran back to the room that the kid was in and it was just me and the kid there. I looked into the next room and there was this girl in her underwear hunched down in the dark room and her hair was long and black and it covered her and part of the floor. She was breathing very heavily.

I was so afraid to go into the room so I slwoly backed away and when I turned around the kid I was with had changed. He had black as cole eyes and huge bags and was completely pail and he just stared at me. Then I woke up. 

Losing grip on the power they once held, those who had created their darkest weapon found themselve at the twilight of their empirical rule; the empire was falling away under the shadows of the demise they had created. Their own end was rising before them.

Existence: In the Danger Zone...

Pestilence is violence
Penetrating the sound barrier, a symphony of shots and sirens
Bold soldiers become casualties to the asphalt battlegrounds
As fear reigns as a tyrant, within a clip lies my only reliance
Made to be one with the weapon: I will remain defiant
Ceased vocality: Cries turn into silence

Forced to avenge: Projecting angst, aiming to puncture the soul
An extension to an infliction of infinite potential damage: Just precisely what I hold
Existence in the danger zone: Survival is a gamble with all bets scattered on the table, and the wage is on

Resistance is a science
Temptation is a giant
Adhering to the laws of war: To murder is compliance