Can war be a symbol of integrity? Can war lead to justice? Can war satisfy the soul? Can war create heroes?
What will a man do to win a war?
What weapons will he create?
How will he fight?
There are things used in war; things that kill.
A man scarred, on the run or left for dead, is a threat to whomever scarred him, whomever made him run and whomever left him for dead.
Let me bring you inside of a mind filled with rage.
To an informant: the mind of "A CRIMINAL."
Let me open up a gateway so you will take heed to the signs.
Look at his face.
Look into his eyes.
He has been hurt.
This message is simple.
He no longer cares about your tears or your crying babies.
In that statement, there is a message that his heart has gone cold so beware of the weapons that he chooses.
My friends, there is no mercy in this poor soul.
His mind is now trained to be focused on one thing: "Justice."
For the Gods of war have tailor-made him a weapon, a weapon to pour out his wrath and show the power of a man driven to enforce the power of his own will; a will of grace given to us by the creator that we in-turn use for our own pleasure.
At this point, He, the man, no longer cares about the consequences.
Feel the force.
The force of fear; the force of bitterness; the force of justice, is now in his gun.
The design fits firmly in his hands.
He has a strength and a reason now to pull the trigger.
There is no losing in this game, my friend, he wants to win.
His mate is a female, she took on his responsibility.
She now has a gun too.
An instant way to win a fight.
That sounds messy.
Especially when love quickly turns to hate.
At times, this situation becomes random.
At times, an accident becomes regret.
Yet, all secrets are confusing and lies create a yearning for the truth.
When no one hears you when you cry, a small voice begins to whisper in your ear.
Your pride, your strength, and your manhood, has now found a place in the palm of your hand.
A new tool for war, a new weapon to protect yourself, a new way to be heard.
The sound of the bullet is set free from the barrel.
The finger is then released from the trigger as a new calmness vibrates through the air.
A life is lost.
A new war has emerged, and those you kill, create a force that has no forgiveness.
The man who invented the gun, used his brain.
The man who shoots the gun, uses his force.
The "rest," falls in the hands of justice.
The Man with the Gun.