"The gun may be the perfect weapon," he said 
Standing between a rock and a hard place 
"But a gun is nothing without a bullet," I replied 
I am my own bullet. 
I live my life perfectly. 
A parabolic arch of meaning, purpose 
And then there was that time when you stepped on a landmine 
And I never forgave you 
And you could feel the entire rise and fall of the Third Reich 
at your feet. 
Its a wasted life.