Sinful Survival

An act I can't evade
Run my finger across the blade
Slowly walk over to my prey
Close my eyes and pray
Choke the handle, begin to attack
Crack
The snap under my concussive blows
Time to dispose
Carry the limbs to the pit
An atrocity I commit
Strike the sulfur
Resembling the flame of a vulture
Toss my crime in
Stand back as the fire begins
Step back. Glance at my creation
A life ended with destruction
No chance of revival
All for my sinful survival

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