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Vigilante Justice

I walked through the door, 
Shotgun in hand fully loaded,
“everybody get on the floor”
Nervous, tense, pulled the trigger to fire in the air, it exploded.
I knew I was doing it, i’m not a chump, but it still made me jump. 
The look on they’re faces is disturbing,
They’re cries for mercy wasn’t working.
Hurts to recall, 
the pain that brought me to this unforgiving pitfall.
Ending a life can be a  mess, 
Don’t know how she can handle the stress.
They had to pay,
This is the only way,
 a debt they owed,
For taking my son that would have shined bright, an everlasting glow.
Its not survival of the fittest,
Its survival of the quickest.
They better run away, 
or crouch and hide not to move, just stay.
I’m taking lives with ease and slickness, 
It helps relieve her wickedness.
This barrel is delivering a message of redemption,
That he was my hope my light, 
I call it murder, 
you call it abortion.

(2013)

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