The Steel Jacketed Messenger of Death

The steel jacketed messenger of death!. Hell:! Professionally proxied in a tube A shell comfortably seated in a cube Doors never shut yet you need to knock ...With a finger and not necessarily your fist before it let's go The steel jacketed messenger of death. Oh! What a messenger! So humble and obidient. Without a knock, it remains there Never delivering the message to its master But to the aim? "The speed of light couldn't be faster" Still the trusted messenger to still a breath. You let, it jets, to the target it gets and in its nest its sure to melt. It never mistakingly slips while on the shelf But even at sleep, its never mistakingly deaf To instill bucketed fear in every gender on earth. Its a toy to a kid, employed by the skilled, straight to the hit yet indifferent o the killed. With freight in its sound, to hell it is bound and the effect is now! The steel jacketed messenger of death. Is .....A BULLET