A handgun
Gripped tight,
A heavy head
Staggered by foul night.

One finger's twitch,
Deciding the presence of one soul,
One fine bullet a last meal,
To let the Devil take one final toll,
Or,
One mind's refusal,
Deciding the presence of one soul,
A life of longevity, at most,
As a new street rolls,
Now,
Ain't God ever assured a life of
Pleasure and wealth,
Ain't Satan ever granted less
Than an eternity in hell.

Heyyy, whoever read this thing, I am not suicidal for the record, and this is kinda propaganda-ish, but hey, freedom of religion and stuff, huh?
Well, this is the last lame poem I write, so if you are a newbie like me and couldn't get a book outta your library because you didn't know how, then you wont have to be alerted that I write new stuff.
Anyways, I "hope" you enjoy this "poem" because I worked "really hard" on it, and also, for the record, HeyoMayo_03, that was really good. You know what I mean. *disgusting gross wink*

So yeah, if you actually liked this, I'm gonna be makin' a new book about a happy little boy! I will talk about... Well... Good stuff! Like popsicles and... Well... Chocolate, Grapes, Avocado... Nevermind. But still, I'm making a new book only because I am insecure and only do Wattpad to pur my feelings somewhere that isnt on my family. So yeah, later haters.

Peace In the Middle East, maggots!
*for maximum vulgarity, substitute "M" with "F" in the word "maggots"*