Christian Poetry: I Need A Gun

I live in the last room in the last house in Lasting Street, Freetown Avenue. I live alone, so, I need a gun.

Donald, a professional boxer, occupant of the first room, died 2 years ago, with marks on his well-groomed face.

Master, a government retiree, an elderly man who nursed himself in the fourth room died 2 months ago with no marks on his body.

I still live in the last room in the last house in Lasting Street, Freetown Avenue. I still live alone, so, I need a gun.

My name is Donatus. I live in the third room in the last house in Lasting Street, Freetown Avenue. I don't live alone and I have a gun.

I know of the death in the first room. I am aware of the death in the fourth room, a man of impact gone. But, I still live in the third room and I have a gun.

Our warfare is the same but not our weapons. My gun is not an AK47 but a mighty JC1 to gun down Death.

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