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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
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