With my peaceful weapon

I prefer to use my words and thoughts like bullets

bullets made from the spiritually metaphorical pieces of my heart

and choose my human targets very carefully

before the compassionate shooting starts

its the lonely and the suffering at which I stealthily take aim

those deserted by society seen as easy prey

by the worlds cruel hunters bereft of self respect and shame

I try to beat those bastards to their trigger pulls of selfishness

and unkill unwound with love and kindness as many as possible I can get in my 

souls sights

taking pride that God has granted me with the joy

of seeing each of my trophies fly away

into the fellowship of all thats humanely right