I stepped one foot in to the forestation
only to have the thought of following the Nation
on this uncontentional death spree.
With my hand on rifle
I stifle behind a cloak of green and brown paint
Trying to keep from becoming faint
I repudiate any humanity being taught
Emulating the video game played by youth
With no strings attached, I plan to attack
any living thing that moves.
I take a moment to check my clock
while avoiding the rock that stand in my way.
But the fear of killing a dear is this:
What if it was the opposite?
What if this animal came in to my house,
and killed my spouse with no regards of my life?
With my instrument designed to deliver kill shots
Gave this thought of instant empathy.
Finally coming to my senses
exiting gaming fences just to think:
Damn, if I didn't kill it something or someone else
will.
But it still continues to live.
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