7.62 Poem by tele seal

Now,
There is only peace,
In the space between where the bullets fly. 
The beauty  of the mornings first bullet echoing through the quiet open field at dawns first light.
 the dew glistens on the  greenery. The light breaks on the rocks
The perfect silence carries the thunderous crack of the lone shot through the valley repeating itself in an infinite loop like a steel mantra, a sacred utterance of deadly beauty.
Anger and bad intention moving at 2700 feet per second.
Vengeance breeding vengeance
ballistic science and mans ability to use natural forces against each other karmically combined.One thing always holds true.
 Once you pull the trigger the bullet leaves the barrel.
 The bullet following its creations intent but actualizing my will. Ending its current lifes purpose in the heart of my enemy. 
The bullets not to blame. Its just being a bullet.
And I feel satisfaction at having achieved vengeance and he feels death. 
And the path repeats.....