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I’m the bullet in the air.

Shot, used, fired, dispensed.

By unknown soldier X

By the tweets of generation Y

I swear flesh and burn your hair,

Deliver pain, spread terror and hatred

To the main who killed my cat

To the neighbor who walks my dog

I don’t discriminate.

I don’t care.

I am what you made me.

So pick your words wisely,

Lest one of us gets hurt.