And For What
If you press that trigger,
someone dies.
And for what?
You can't claim it's wise,
Nor blame it on luck.
Only You face the flames,
and You are Satan touched.
If You Squeeze that trigger,
You will kill,
and for what?
Some trivial nothing,
Just hits of drugs.
A bucket of ducats,
or broken love.
Once You Pull the trigger,
You can never have that back.
Thou shall not murder.
Is one of GODS Commands.
Copyright © R J. Elless | Year Posted 2022
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