But certainly knew I exist to take part in the rapture
When Souls were captured
My existance would be pleasing to my Master
In the book of life I'd write the final Chapter
My name is Ammo ..Short for ammunition
Commissioned..
by my master to bring death..
No Intervention
To some sort of political figure..I dare not mention
I was smuggled undetected concealed..to a convention
I was transported along with others
I think that we were Brothers
They had Hollow heads like me
tucked in shiny Steel covers
We were cold but wore copper Jackets
We laid side by side close like metal magnets
My Fate is that of Madness
to kill regardless of stature and status
For this moment now
NO DOUBT
I know I was crafted
I feel the hands of my master....
Palms sweaty
I'm ready..
Thinkin Damn hold your arm steady
Armed and Deadly is my destiny
Death's recipe...
I peer through the barrel waiting
Rating..
My Target...and Trajectory
!!!!BANG!!!!
This feels like a Dream
I travel at a speed extreme
It's painful but the silencer Muffled my screams
This is for what I've been waitin
I'm nearly at my final destination
Steel
Scalp
...and Skull merge...
there is no better way in
I feel the body drop...I see nothin'
I hear screams...and the patter of feet
from the people runnin
this is stunnin'
Like the most sincere sermon from the pulpit
God Bless my victim
That witness
"The life of a Bullet"
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