Burning in paradise

Tag: guns

  • i use to think that killing was a bad thing, at least that was the way i was programmed or raised to believe. but i don’t think that it is as simple as good and bad. and i don’t think that killing is inherently evil. i believe that some people are too quick because they’re immature and/or lazy. and America as a whole has that apart of our ethic. the whole “shoot first ask, questions later” approach has brought forth a lot of unnecessary death. i understand if it’s a life or death situation, if your a soldier or you back is against the wall but it seems cowards will have the advantage and claim they were in fear for their life just so that the courts will justify their cowardice as valor.

    i can respect a man that is slow to kill and understands the weight behind of pulling a trigger. a man that is tough without a gun, a man that will toss his gun to the side and fight with his hands.

    but then there’s the other side. the guys that bought a gun and are looking for a reason. guys that wouldn’t kill with their hands. an ignorant man driven by fear and pride. a guy that’s never thrown a punch. guys that are male but not men. these people deserve hell and slow death. they belong with the abusers, the rapist, the ones that claim to be men and take from the weak and poor.

    i don’t believe that everyone is built to face the death of another person. some of us need to be protected and contribute to community and society in different manners. but i think it’s important to know where you stand, can you protect yourself? could you kill someone if you had to and can you live with your decision to justifiability take another man life? and when i say justifiability i don’t mean the legal system saying it’s okay. i mean can you sit with that weight on your soul? if god takes you today, can you answer for your actions?

    that’s the man, the father, the brother, the protector i work towards being. that’s a true killer. and i pray that you can either be that or have someone that can be that for you. because very few men are as honorable as they claim to be.

  • Everyday day and night my mind goes to war with itself. My thoughts are like the storming Normandy, my nerves are shellshocked, and fighting is the only thing I have to make it out of this nightmare. But even when I finally have a day, where I can relax, where I find peace, I search for war, I daydream of violence. It’s almost exciting. It’s almost as if I’m looking forward to for those moments. 

    It’s the rush of seasoned war veteran. 

    I’ve done oil my rifle and load my clips waiting to serve my country. I started fighting as child and I became a man with this gun in my hand. I can’t imagine living without it. 

    But after the wars and the battles, after the lost brothers and bruises. I don’t know what to do with my gun. I’ve brought back demons and memories and lost my innocence for the greater good. I paid the price for war in more than blood. My spirit no longer know the calms of river. It only knows the tides of ocean. The waves of a thunderstorms, the shine of lightning, the scorns of the gods.  

    The Morning sun loss a bit of its novelty every raise and nights are but a wrinkle in time from a life I can no longer reach for. And still I oil my gun and load my clips ready for my last and final war. 

    For the war against self

    Win lose or draw I’m a soldier