Act Four; Part One: Hand Full Of Bullets Poem by Nicholas Neato

This ones for you
Anyone else who gets hit from this
Well, we'll just call it a gift
Open your eyes real wide
Don't look away, this is it

I will untamed myself
God holds my key to life
The lion is the guardian
Taking it in stride, taking the strife

The heaven bound
Feel these holes so deep
Feel them in the palms of hands
Feel them in our souls, our feet
Feel the crown of thorns on our heads
Never knowing real rest or sleep
I'll make it out of this dream, I swear it
On this journey for defeat

I'm waiting to be beat
I'm waiting to be bested
Twenty years and counting
Still I walk this earth untested
In what others fear and run from
My entire life is invested
Time's an unruly companion
Our deaths are destined

What have you accomplished?
What did you complete?
Why did you live your life?
Did you really expect to compete?

Me?
I'm leaving my mark
I'm writing this play for futures reference
And I'm playing every part
I'm crossing every line
I'm the ignition, I'm the spark
I'm the Lion, I'm the light
Overwhelming, smothering the dark
I'm the mightiest solider in God's army
You can call me 'The Captain of the Arc'
Not sure how this war will end
But I'm sure these cannons are a good start
From now on I'm sinking every ship
And I'm breaking every heart