The Phantom sticks the needle through
A bit of blood to take
His mind is clear enough to test
And see what taints his leg
The bullet he'd removed he'd found
And scanned it as he worked
He checked the blood through microscope
And found it not the same
Tainted like with poison deep
It festered beneath the skin
the bullet was soaked in toxin rich
Some foreign, evil plant
Further search while fighting pain
He works straight through the night
Until at last a help he builds
Or something of the sort
He injects himself and waits so calm
He waits for anything
Of course he vomits in a bin
And quickly passes out.
Next Week: The Second Blow
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