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And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: 
and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, 
and their spears into pruninghooks: 
nation shall not lift up sword against nation,
neither shall they learn war any more.
Isa 2:4 

Trigger foolhardy Second Amendment rebels,
didn’t the pyramid spoilers free speech tell you:
Ain’t no guns permitted in the kingdom of heaven

No bang  bang sound of violence will be heard
in the unwalled saintly places
There ain’t gon be no blood splatter seen
on the halo glow angelic faces

It seems the trigger pull allure
is dragging leadbelly, heavy metalheads
to the wavy, bottomless deep

Such a hot, smoking barrel shame — 
Bullet refuge don’t Resurrection keep
It’s semi-automatic unwise to trust in trigger safety

Hell bells are ricochet ringing in
the Year of the Zombie Revolver Chambermaids
Unlearnt violators got bait-and-switch gender played

And the idol intoxicating sidearm delusion 
is double-pump action misfire wrong
Let the Kevlar armor weak say: “I am strong”

Ain’t no bang  bang sound of violence 
is ever again gonna be heard
I’m just a meek, born-again eternal optimist ...
who faithfully believe in God’s Word

So go on and secretly stockpile, 
if they coin folly care Second Amendment dare
Them gun-toting, war paint rebels
ain’t gon wailing like that melting sight
of brimstone flashes in the cold, darkening air

In the valley of decision,
trigger-happy   steel-minded zealots
ain’t gonna give up their ungodly right to bear arms ... 
Tho’ a few bleating souls
do chariots of fire spoiler alert tell it

The weak of faith will always trigger say,
Salvation gotta be gun-blazing their way 

Even if granted mercy access to the most holy firmament,
they will still trigger choose to remain devil rebel hellbent
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