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Thought Medley

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Safety off, cartridge eager, locked and loaded, conscience disengaged. The hammer slowly cranks back, one resounding click at a time as thoughts of regret and consequence prematurely plague the brain. A maniacal smile placed wickedly on the blank plain of a man's face, the hammer snaps as a deadly string of events unfolds. The hammer falls, flint and steel clash, a single spark enters the dark chamber, briefly illuminating its delicate walls, followed quickly by a violent explosion. Contained, pressure mounts as a, lone, silver bullet begins to slide through the inside of the metal barrel. Blood thirsty, with a murderous intent, eyes peer with grim prospects. Along the rifling, speed mounts. Bursting into the sunlight, just as the first echoes of death are heard, a flash of light to the naked eye, a blast of sound into numb ears. Screaming through the dusty desert air, its target unprepared and innocent. Bystanders jolted, infected with nausea, as the silver bullet slides coolly into the skin. Bone and muscle; minor hindrances. Onlookers wince as the grown man lets out a helpless scream. Blood leaking through arteries, seeping into the lungs, filling, up and up, the warm gooey feeling softly flowing into his throat and mouth, the primitive inviting flavor tingles the tongue and stains the teeth, spilling out onto the ground amongst the other human debris. Tears streaming down young cheeks, and hiccoughing sobs as the man squirms on the ground, choking and spitting, his elaborate inner workings turned into a lethal stew of biological waste. God’s creation begins the end, destroying itself, so easily avoided, peace, uprooted by hate. Left strangling to die.