Callum Kyle

Rookie (1991-01-22 / London)

My Rifle: Poem - Poem by Callum Kyle

-My rifle-

Metal, gears and springs,
geard to human imperfection,
a mellenia of human desperation,
raining unheathing conviction,

A buety of sorts,
craved out of the stone of perfection,
maybe mans best made invention,
made to take your very last breath,

It will have nothing but lasting impressions,
while the world struggles with its own deceptions,
it's metal, gears and springs,
will continue its mass of blood and conviction,

self pitty won't save you now,
your pain stripped from you and all that your lifes worth,
its legend and infamy will continue on,
long after i'm gone.

My rifle will fire on.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2009

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