Rifle RangePower navigated through
me like an adventure lost in
After jerking the trigger and
hearing the voices hyena through the crowd,
a mushroom cloud
cheerfully exploded in the distance.
At that second I felt like a Macedonian phalanx,
nothing could stop the cheetah train…
as I thundered on to my next conquest,
firing a 58 caliber Civil War musket.
I waited as the expert
loaded the ancient
piece of work
like he was in the battle of
He handed the eager musket to me.
Gripping the smooth and stubborn trigger,
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