10 KNO3 + 3 S + 8 C → 2 K2CO3 + 3 K2SO4 + 6 CO2 + 5 N2

The gun is really pointed at the image in the mirror,

Body separate from mind, mind long divorced from morality,
Whether it be of an invalid or decrepit God-fearer,
Perturbed with a perspective deviating vastly from reality.
As legislation is cemented, we'd hope it'd be sincerer,
As ignoring human nature was the voice of the plurality,
No objection to the object being cast as the killer culprit.
But the "by and for the people"'s pulpit disregards the people,
Who lay helpless in the streets and in the shadow of the steeple,
Neglected due to challenges of which they're not at fault,
And instead of met with a helping guiding hand,
No, we all fill the wounds with salt.
And as they clamber on their hands and knees across asphalt,
Their sanity is corroded, but we can't stand to understand.
Our neighbors  are consumed by darkness, but we give no attempt to halt,
We say its the gun that kills the people, and the trigger pulls the man.
 

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