Without a choice
I was made into something I didn't want to be
Molded from the finest metal
And loaded with the most expensive bullets

I swear, this is not what I wanted to become
My job
One that takes the lives of millions every year

I'm only a puppet
Being controlled by its master
The hand that holds me tightly in its grip
Taking aim at its target

With just the pull of my trigger
Another bullet leaves me
I can only watch as it flies through the air, in what seems like slow motion
Moving on a designated path, before piercing the target
The life of another slowly slipping away

I swear, this is not what I wanted to become