Volunteer

Where was the carnage as the bullet finished its terrible work? Were is the evidence of chaos and destruction that would be present when lead violence meets flesh and bones?

If a chance someone would see the crimson mist lay, would they speak?

Silent now, forever. No more the weapon of rational minds doing battle eternal with the inexhaustible forces of ignorance and savagery.

Yet let it be peace. As the final whisper departs the still mouth. As the eyes darken from the light of a soul fashioned by a creator, to formed mud.

Return to the ground. As all we must. Never more let any man say, the killing was just.

Burn in hell you degenerate bastards. And may I have the fulfillment, nay the climactic glory so magnanimous to see the light leave your eyes as you enter the next world. I beg this profane gift from our loving father; grant me this, Lord of all, let it be me to effectuate the fall. Let my hand be stained with the blood so vile, let them know my name, and the saying of it banning their hopeful disgusting smile.

Come and see, fool. Come and see…

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