I House a Bullet

In words deeply cased lead makes no mistake held by one hammer hitting home dropping through the threads of a barrel smoking time words hotly fused within polished fire Strikes the target truth into the heart of justice pained no longer blind suffering fates path it all makes sense in the end looking at four walls reading the writings feeling a coldness in some Getting a grip through spiritual reality where ghosts hold no body exists to breathe deceivers will fall like lightening sulphur based when the bolt finally strikes them down being honest