Our actions resemblances a gun
Violent, deadly, and unforgivable
The second you grabbed the gun
The same second you could have made the right
decision
The cold monstrous weapon
You grabbed it without thinking of the consequences
You destroyed a life
Took a father, a mother, a child, and a friend away from their loved ones
Tears filled the eyes of the ones who lost their loved ones by your hand
Your eyes remember the person you murdered eyes that begged you not to shot them
Yet you sneered at them and continued on with your vicious crime
You're a monster now a freaking living nightmare
You're worse than Freddy Kruger
A walking sin to be precise
It wasn't justified or self-defense
Bloodstained your hands
You tried to wash your hands, but what remains is the truth of what you did
You can't hide from the truth
Guilt eats at you
Drives you mad
Penalties of what a gun can do
It's not something you should do
Now prison is your home
A cold brutal place for a monster like you
If only people will reflect beforehand and not become a monster.
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