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Prophecy Of The Gun

   
it was the immaculate conception      
inconceivable as it was      
me being birthed from the womb      
of man's ideology      
     
motherless      
     
never nurtured from the essence of her femininity      
an umbilical cord just a figment of      
my sentimental imagination      
I arrive as a prophet in my own right      
and though i have not walked on water      
I have ceremoniously baptized countless      
in pools of their own blood      
for I am the axis upon which      
fear and love revolve around in perpetuity      
thus I am aptly named the Revolver      
a solver of sorts      
that mediates matters in medieval fashion      
as I am fashionably dressed      
mostly in shades of onyx      
but I have been known to have wore      
chrome exquisitely well as well      
     
     
the proper attire indeed      
as I foretell what is fated for legion      
as I am irrevocably mated with clip after clip after clip      
and our union would eclipse the light of many      
impregnated with hollow-tipped shells      
all my children would silently dwell      
within my amniotic sac      
each eagerly awaiting for that hammer to cock back      
and release them through the length of    
my dark chamber      
     
     
come hither  
   
   
please tease my trigger-clit with your anger      
and I will show you how I begat them      
spat them in frightening sequence      
deadly precision...one by one      
come..let your clouded decisions misguide you      
and be my masculine mid-wife      
as I give birth to these bullets with no names      
go ahead and pull it!      
and I will maim and kill at your discretion      
     
I promise      
     
hear my progeny cry      
as they exit me in a flash of a new dawn      
feel the ringing of their voices echo      
throughout your ears as they reconcile your fears      
hold me firmly in your hand      
and I will assuage the God-complex      
sitting seductively in the back of your subconscious    
preaching in darkness how    
the Lord giveth    
   
   
and WE shall taketh away      
     
     
and if we so
choose to stay the hand of our judgement      
they shall be reborn under the blanket of our terror      
with me at your waist i will make you      
more of a man than your dick ever could      
pull me out your pants      
and people will always tremble at the sight of me      
I am always hard and ready to bust      
again, and again and again      
I will leave the uninitiated keeled over in orgasmic agony      
let them view their reflections for one last time      
in the puddles of plasma left in my heated wake      
I will extend your ego a 100 fold my niz      
     
     
but I must confess      
     
     
I do have      
some serious abandonment issues      
for without the sweaty embrace of your palm      
the seductive stroke of your index finger      
I am worthless...just a prisoner of no circumstance      
suspended in animation      
so always keep me near baby      
I am your genie in a black bottle      
your street oracle tucked near your crotch nice and snug      
I am forever the UN-mother      
heralding death's potential in my cold metal womb      
I am the point beyond reasoning      
where humanity utterly fails      
and decadence prevails      
and I shall pronounce you neo-King      
of this barren wasteland      
nestling under the illusion of my security      
while i snicker behind your back      
gloating in my triumph over the triumvirate of the      
mind body and soul      
     
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 3rd Dec 2022
Author's Note
originally written in 2012
I hope the reformatting wasn't too disturbing the eyes.

In the aftermath of the 2020 riots { social engineering on steroids }
the level of gun violence between black males have shot through the roof { pun intended } and yet BLM is nowhere to be found .


Politicians gaslight us about stricter gun control laws
while ignoring how illegal guns have continued to proliferate these 'inner cities' for decades.

Yes the purge is here.
Yet too many people in prominent positions
continue to remain silent.
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