The Swift Glock of Destiny


Drafted into life's bloody war,
armed with God given gauntlets.
Fleeing away from the fears of
a bullets' whizzing taunting,
There I stumbled upon bravery.
to face my ricocheting hauntings
I searched through battle cries
to discover my final calling,
of conquering and dividing
what was stolen by the enemy.
There I was shot in the heart
by the swift glock of destiny,
and remembered by the name
engraved in the marble of history.
So here I lay in a coffin,
resting in peace for eternity.

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