When the heavens and the earth blaze forth their trumpets
in humble submission to the creator who has no puppets
grand is his design and awesome are his comets
Gun totting, trigger happy aiming targets
to fulfill worldly desires and pockets
using all means and lengths
Can any one provide answers to my baskets
of unanswered question in the market
of hopelessness and curiosity
which no one is willing to flaunt?
I have hope in the designer of all designs
to deliver me from the antics of the few
who with the firepower on their fingers
are a majority no one can dare!
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