Hunting for a purpose, rather than glory from a kill.
If that is your intent our universe will offer you no ill.
Lie in wait, watching your prey.
Bow in hand, wind direction a-okay.
Notch an arrow, raise the bow.
Ensures that you am steady so…
When you release the arrow will fly true.
Bring a swift end in a second or two.
But if you kill without cause other than a prize,
Then you can expect our universe to mark you for an early demise.
Lie in wait, watching your prey.
Gun in hand, all you want to do is slay.
Flick the safety, raise your gun.
Sighted and ready for violent fun.
With a finger on the trigger ready to go.
You crave unleashing a metal projectile flow.
You are no hunter, you are a malicious psycho.
Regardless of how you are viewed you think this is your right though.
Barabaric. Relentless. Vicious. Senseless.
These are words more fitting to say.
For you are a monster exclaiming hip hip hooray.
What a disease.
That is you.
Put down your weapons.
Learn some lessons.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 