The Ultimate War Machine
There I stood,
alone,
unable to think,
mind blank,
unable to run,
from my fears.
The sound of a click,
ran through my body.
My finger pulled back,
on the trigger,
that could change my life.
Should I?
or shouldn’t I?
Tears ran down my trembling cheeks,
as my hand lifted towards my head.
Would the world go on without me?
I shut my eyes,
as my hand drew nearer.
The sound of a “BANG”,
filled the air.
I was wounded!
My life flashed before my eyes,
as everything went blank…
Misery and pain lead the way.
All through a gun.
The destroyer of human lives.
The Ultimate War Machine.
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