nine

From the fires of hell

It comes into being,

Yet, you act as if the 9 mm

Was created just for you

…for in reality…

You are just the instrument

Of a mentality

…a tool...

Thirsting for the kill

By the clever devils which lurk

…within…

And the bullet

It knows not the target,

Guilt or innocence

While you just aim carefully

Or just squeeze the trigger and shoot

And let them fly…The bullets

With an explosive charge

The bitter taste of gunpowder

In the wind

Just the unbridled joy

A few moments

Traveling fast

Hitting hard…then,

Its life is spent

..You Fool…

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