Nothing Makes You Feel More Powerful

Cold, teeth gritting
With every fire
Flashing the muzzle,
Made of man
To fit firm in hand,
Loaded bullets of love
Given to by hate.

Warming, hands clenched
Around the green equivalent gold,
It lifted life
For a time being
But weighted pockets
Hell blocks chain
holds down greedy earthly souls.

Fire, in the center
An arrow struck beating chest,
Come down with everyone's disease
Endure feelings o forever
Harness what's left
Of everything right.