A lass just 13 years old
\nWas rejoicing
\nShe had got over a cancer scare
\nAnd she
\nWas going off to hunt
\nAnd kill some wildlife
\nExultant in the fortune
\nWhich was key<\/p>\n
Euphoric about claiming
\nA few white tails
\nSome bass fishing
\nAnd whatever came along
\nShe knew about the unpleasantness
\nOf suffering
\nThat kind of infliction
\nMade her feel
\nIf only I can just get better quickly
\nI can go and hunt and kill
\nSome deer for real<\/p>\n
Who thinks like that
\nGirls today
\ndo they really feel
\nKilling wildlife is rewarding
\nWhat is it they reveal
\nIn their sick minds
\nViolence, wanting to take away
\nThe freedom of a godly wild soul
\nRomping, In the forest
\nWith its family mindfully at play<\/p>\n
Or are they so obtuse
\nSo dull and stupid
\nUnconcerned with living
\nAnd with life
\nTotally unresponsive to another
\nAbout but to reward it
\nWith pure strife<\/p>\n
Unconscious completely passionless
\nExcited
\nby a parent wanting
\nThe child to
\nWalk perhaps in his footsteps
\nAnd kill a buck afore
\nHe had killed his first buck
\nAroused by blood and gore<\/p>\n
She knew how to shoot animals
\nAlready was averse
\nIn the boxstand waiting
\nFor me theres nothing worse
\nA child convinced that killing
\nWould be the thing to do
\nDivide it from its family
\nAnd see what did ensue<\/p>\n
Mississippi State too
\nA trophy Buck would be
\nA feather in her cap
\nAnd, for her family
\nthey would see
\nAt Little Flat Creek Ranch the place
\nWhere lots of hunters go
\nAnd if she could down a marvellous Buck
\nAll the world would know<\/p>\n
Up there the place was filled
\nWith godly people
\nHer words never mine
\nI would never use
\nAnything so ghastly
\nAbout monsters
\nWho go out in the forest
\nTo abuse<\/p>\n
Aim and pull the trigger
\nKnowing, a steel ball it would fly
\nHard into some living flesh
\nAnd that young soul would die
\nGod had pulled her out of cancer
\nBut not so she could kill
\nTried to create humility
\nBut its blood she had to spill<\/p>\n
With parents like this
\nReally who needs godliness
\nElated by the animal coughing blood
\nWatching it acting skittishly
\nSensing she was near
\nExcited by the thrill of murdering
\nIts death bringing her cheer<\/p>\n
No regret no qualms at all
\nOnly consolation
\nAlacrity and happiness
\nHer very own salvation
\nRevelling in the jubilation
\nFeeling ten feet tall
\nAll the elders smiling
\nShe had answered their call<\/p>\n
Karma may change its mind
\nIn view of her killing spree
\nShe best beware can er has a funny way
\nOf revisiting <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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