Marksman

These bullets of my mind to my lips, as precise as a marksman Hitting the point Ending the argument Striking that nerve

Other shots ring out like a shotgun blast, mauling anyone in its path of calamity and ignorant fueled by frustration.

No matter, what must be remembered is once that bullet leaves your lips meaning to or not. The trigger has been pulled

Now, who bleeding?

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