I came into this harsh world unannounced to anyone
To me I am a little small for my size
But if you use me in the wrong way I can be deadly
I am a shiny little thing but a handful to a man with no hope or dreams
They call me a back stabber a murderer
I am but hand size only 22 millimeters I can cause drama or trauma
My older brother is a Saturday night special he's a 32 millimeter monster
He has a bigger frame then me
But I am more dangerous then he I can kill you
You can only throw me
My brother has harmed thousands of people
Killed just as many to
Let me re-frame my words for you
Guns don't kill people
People kill people this is true facts
My oldest brother is a 38 millimeter Python "GOD" to many
To me he killed plenty
He use to be best friends to a Police officer
But a night mare to whom ever carried him for evil Deeds
My Uncle hammer the 44 millimeter peace maker
Big in strong wide frame with a hair lip trigger
Was a revolution resolver pistol grip
Not a revolver a problem solver
He is very scary looking dude in the dark alley
The next generation of killers we call 9millmeter Beretta
They kill you faster then FEDEX on a Monday
One day I hope people stop using us for Malicious behavior
In use us to protect the integrity of man
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Guns are designed to kill. Dont look for any other purpose for a gun, or that gun will make fool of you.
Guns are there to kill people with.
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