You murderer.
You coward.
Too scared of the argument,
so you silence the other side.
You insufferable weakling.
So desperate to win
that you removed the one before you
to claim their spot.
With your fragile ego,
You tout your pistol —
“I had to end him,” you boast —
You inane waste of space.
As envy ravaged you
and your ego shattered
at the sight of someone better than you,
Your limited imagination
could come to no other solution.
You unimaginative dope.
Buying guns to feel big.
Waving them at the unarmed.
Coercing choices
because you lack the actual toolset
to influence
or persuade.
Where do you get off
killing for pleasure?
For ego?
How do you live with yourself?
How can you look into the eyes
of another human
and violate them so?
It is a common misconception
that possessing weapons
and using them
is a show of strength.
If you pay attention,
It is a sign of weakness —
a desperate cry for help
from one suffering
a deeply hollowing emptiness.
Pathetic.
Pitiable.
Cowardice.
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