BENDING LIGHT INTO VERSE
their bunks brooding and pondering their punishment, how their furious hatred had taken root and torched an entire day. Tiny pieces of glass and metal had caused it. No wonder why wars went on forever. No wonder either, that vehemence began to bathe and swirl inside each boy, a cake batter congealing, more and more of it with each day and every evening, until both boys seethed, until the youths were angry men with more hatred than ideas, until that final day when the thinner one showed his older brother by killing him first, then adding a suicide shot, halting the handoff, ending the plague, once and for all breaking the mad, mad circle.
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