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 DEATH BY THE BOX



   They rest in the box, quietly waiting for the call to perform, shiny and
new, bright brass and dull lead, lined up in neat rows, waiting.  One by
one they will leave their resting place and will join with the gun that
will allow them to fulfill their destiny.  Six at a time they will travel
with the gun to the place where the soft stroke of the trigger will awaken
one of them.  It will spend it's short life traveling down the barrel of
the pistol and across the short space to strike flesh where it will come to
rest.  By its actions and the actions of it's box mates warm living bodies
will be torn and ripped and holed.  The blood will flow and flesh will
splatter.  Each body will become the resting place for one or more of them
as I move down the line ending lives.