Grim Reaper In a Shiny Shell
Through the concrete fog
and the snow covered walk,
by two;
my legs will run from you.
The grim reaper in the shiny shell.
Moving at the speed of sound;
forward bound,
by fire and the malcontent,
I am true justice
...and you are my death.
The vigilante;
lost within his head.
- To Congresswoman Giffords and to all the poor victims of the Arizona shooting,
I dedicate these words to you and hope for justice and prevention.
Are any of you in favor of an exam to prove competency to own guns? Similar to how
we take a driving test. I mean no one wants to be on the road with an untrained and
incompetent driver, there will be an accident. Why should society put up with untrained
and incompetent gun owners?
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2011
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