A master of the air rifle, time to take the next step,

the heavy length of steel awkwardly braced against a shoulder.

The target before the boy flung skyward,

the disc arcing further away.

With great care aim was taken,

pulling the trigger immediately thrust him to the ground.

Standing bravely a passage crossed,

inwardly never wanting to shoot again.

Now a man having never possessed a need for a weapon,

wonders in an evil world if he should reconsider.

Fear of accidents too intense,

concerns outweigh any potential need.

No other choice but providence,

trusting with care and protection.

Seems like a faithful choice for a believer.


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