Shotgun prompt"You're sending me out on another mission? For crying out loud, I just got back from my last one!" Carson moaned, his injured leg cramping up again at the thought of more running.
"Relax, kid, this one won't be as rough... for you, anyhow," Sgt. Mason replied, eyes glued to the screen, keeping a watchful tab on the other operatives in the field at the moment. "The mission this time is going to have you disguised as a mobster. You need to kill the mob boss and get out before his buddies find you. Or, you can fight them and kill them, too. Chances are, when you kill the big guy, they'll just re-elect another kid for the position anyhow."
"...Got it," Carson said, relieved that the mission was so easy. Mobsters loved using guns and knives, and guns and knives were Carson's pure specialty weapons. It wouldn't be any hassle.
"Oh yeah, and the weapon you've gotta' use is this baby," Mason continued, gesturing with his head over to a shotgun laying on the table.
Carson looked the gun over. It
Hypocrite WorshipOh, greatest and pure achievement,Hypocrite Worship5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Among all living things I brew
Thou hast become my best servant
Thou worshiped me: thou art now true!
Oh! May I worship thee for these wonders of yours?
You claim you can master fire
But is it not fire that tell
Your life and throws you in the mire
Where you're still drowned and burnt in Hell?
I can only applaud to your prayers at our
Powerfulness. For your kind words
Are but for us; you used to speak
Love and friendship; now your lone chords
Honor contempt, betrayal, wreak!
This foolishness makes me appreciate even more
The vast remains of your homeland,
Apocalyptic earth, once tamed,
Today turned into a wasteland
No! Your good cares aren't to be blamed!
I tasted them someday, at very late hours,
When women sigh and when men smile,
When love was not tainted by lust;
Now, love has gone so many miles
Away; your hearts have turned to rust.
Let me now set the end of this ironic lore:
Life and love once given to thee
Shall, on this bright day be ta