God Is a Bullet.
Abruptly it’s ended in a smite act so senseless
The crucifixion of Amy has finally ceased
No more trepid slumbering with one eye open
The cycle fulfilled in a moment’s release
This future no longer a constant wary foreboding
Her fog banked vision burns away in the light
Hope’s power begins it’s antiseptic cleansing
A life tortured in silence was reborn tonight
Contusions diminish the infections have dried
Independence scent barely a recognized trace
Her trust bloodied shards of a pulverized mirror
Self-confidence sprouts at a laggardly pace
Imploring for aid her voice wailed out sheer panic
Praying to God…let this life just be done
From a fist calloused faith when no one came calling
She found her god's grace in the flash of a gun.
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2006
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