The steel jacketed messenger of death!.
Hell:! Professionally proxied in a tube
A shell comfortably seated in a cube
Doors never shut yet you need to knock
...With a finger and not necessarily your fist before it let's go
The steel jacketed messenger of death.
Oh! What a messenger! So humble and obidient.
Without a knock, it remains there
Never delivering the message to its master
But to the aim? "The speed of light couldn't be faster"
Still the trusted messenger to still a breath.
You let,it jets,to the target it gets and in its nest its sure to melt.
It never mistakingly slips while on the shelf
But even at sleep, its never mistakingly deaf
To instill bucketed fear in every gender on earth.
Its a toy to a kid, employed by the skilled,straight to the hit yet indifferent o the killed.
With freight in its sound, to hell it is bound and the effect is now!
The steel jacketed messenger of death. Is .....
A BULLET