A short story about a man, who loses everything, he loses everything based on the choices he made to himself… He an man with a really big Gun.
I been robbed clean, im so desperate, i go that way this way falling down stairs crying out curses and spitting blood, no snow, no worries on how im on floor, grasping for air, let be none there, the place is hollow, the door is hollow, the room is hollow, the man is shallow, his heart is hollow, and the deaths are whisper, all is mystery, all is untold, on the thickness of blood lies dripped, only the trips to hell has a list, only the man is hollow, only the place is shallow, only the story si short, only the man is greeted, and the woman are seated, may it be, may become only dark, may light turn rivers red, may flesh and grit ,not it, not it, the man stares, the woman ae seated, and the man is greeted, but the children are being eaten….. how sad, how glad, for the meal was swell, and the diet is a delicacy, anyone challenges, all thigns matter here, im loading the gun, ready to carry out my justice… the family are eating, the man is hollow, the women are cold, the children are dead, no elders are alive, and i carry on my justice… i reached my end point of my insanity,.. nothing is even there, i said… but i know i see them.. eating the children.. drinking the red thick wine.. the perfection of the meal has been well prepared.. only now i stand outside the cold , snowy, hollow home, of the killers… waiting for the time to lay down my justice… my eys are glowing darker.. my grin is grimace… I am deaths envoy… i am the ambassdor of conviction…. I am the inquistor of my emotion.. i am deaths Justice… i Lit the cigarette with the onyx lighter.. ive patiently waiting for this moment to come… many have tried to find this home… many have died… I inhale more snow than smke.. the smoke is… refreshing, and entrapping at the same time…. i never felt the need for such a thirst for a kill before… my justice was be struck at 8:53 p.m, on the backlands of Eastern Germany… “Times up” I burst through the window, not the door, they will be expecting that.. I m no super man, only Asshole with a Really Big Gun….. Call me.. Jack Optical
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