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Shooting for Purpose

I am not natural, yet I was created by the Earth.

Embodiment of nature and corruption.

I am red brass, an alloy of copper, tin, and zinc;

Steel treated and still treated as an enemy.

Just an embryo, you fed me with your ideas

You kept that energy going as

The universe hears you.

I was fragile like a fetus,

You are like my God,

As you took me out of my natural state.

I am God’s creation.

Molded to be utilized, machined to impact the world.

I am doing God’s work.

I was born to be beautiful,

I envision myself to be

A work of art.

I shined within that first light!

Displayed around the world,

I represent what you wanted me to be.

I didn’t sign up for this but I am alive.

A used body like mine is not beautiful anymore.

Unaware that my power could hurt with each blow,

Feeling the vibrations of the core that is soar.

As a baby, I felt warmth when I was cold.

My skin was hard but theirs so softly made.

I advanced quickly as my childhood was taken away.

Taught to take the heat and have no say.

Emotionlessly

Made equip to pull harshly and hardly to create wounds.

I don’t bleed but I see blood often.

I am now a creator of corruption that is victory.

Full metal jacket bullet eggs are softly inserted in my womb.

Hot mama, ready to blow, screaming for the thrill!

Finger on the trigger

Having no fears

Target, object, person, same thing

Guilty of the affect and relieved by the cause

Confused overall.

As I quickly release, the disease of pain spreads.

Metal DNA into the next predator is a cut to the thread.

With every blow and insertion, I become the pain of my owner.

Yet, I am defensive

Protective

Like a mother or an angel.

Hold me tightly to aim

Towards the devil who dare to touch

A Goddess

We understand that we’re both cold

And the body that lies there

Is within the puddle of lies

Silence then sirens

Intense thoughts

Heartbeats to no beats

Lost cries to lost love

Found hate

Disconnect

And hide me.

The evidence

Is evident.

Stories are told and

misunderstood.

Witness of the scene

Seeing myself

Through

Another

Being

and this is

where

I am

Alone

In the

Dream.

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