the language of bullets
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The language of bullets ...
A language understood only by those who have spent years of their lives among weapons and bullets on the battlefields.
A language spoken only by a chosen elite of mankind.
A complex code,
one you will never grasp unless you are permitted to.
A handful of men who crown themselves as lords of the world,
a world they rule by their own laws.
They pass judgment and carry out the verdicts themselves.
Will someone rise to stop them?
No one knows!
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