poem: [I whip out...]

1
I whip out
The gun with a red flag
"BANG" and pump a few rounds into the crowd.

2
Time won't let me,
Walls and bridges don't help me,
And that old time religion won't save me.

3
I am doomed and blessed—
A victim and beneficiary of the war in my head,
Surprising myself with a random act of kindness

Followed, moments later
By an act of callous indifference.
I crawl back into my soul.
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