gun unslung
hanging by his side
swaying with his step
his step thorough
leaving sand behind
floating like particles of dust
dust now forgotten
as his step imprints
upon broken glass
glass shatters more
crumbling
like the cities of Israel
beneath the feet
of falsely declared gods
gods that now drive the mind
with intrepid pace
towards the unsuspecting
the unsuspecting victim
of such malice
that can only be embodied
by death
death
only defied by those
who can truly consider themselves
wholesome and true
and yet the truth struggles
to stop this relentless growth
of pride and self righteousness
and thus the marksman
raises the gun to his target
his breath steady
his heartbeat in his ears
a resonance that he despises
his imperfections are his enemy
And if not to be perfect then what else?
he pulls the trigger
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC
gun unslung
hanging by his side
swaying with his step
his step thorough
leaving sand behind
floating like particles of dust
dust now forgotten
as his step imprints
upon broken glass
glass shatters more
crumbling
like the cities of Israel
beneath the feet
of falsely declared gods
gods that now drive the mind
with intrepid pace
towards the unsuspecting
the unsuspecting victim
of such malice
that can only be embodied
by death
death
only defied by those
who can truly consider themselves
wholesome and true
and yet the truth struggles
to stop this relentless growth
of pride and self righteousness
and thus the marksman
raises the gun to his target
his breath steady
his heartbeat in his ears
a resonance that he despises
his imperfections are his enemy
And if not to be perfect then what else?
he pulls the trigger
