The time has come for the showdown slowly the two walked out into the street they knew what was lying before them as they stood separated by fifty feet. Their eyes in a firm hawk-like stare with guns strapped tightly to the hip quickly sizing up their chosen foe a little bit nervous, they bite their lip. The hand so eager to pull the gun they know, they must be the first the shot must be straight and sure to quensh their inner, bloodly thirst. Soon the bell on the clock rings out in a lightning blur the guns are pulled which of the two will be the victor? in the aftermath how will this be told? The two shots ring out like thunder the bullets aimed straight for the heart as you know once you pull the trigger you can't stop a bullet once it has start. Think of words the same as bullets once said, you can't take them back words unleashed in moments of anger will hurt as much as a physical attack. Why is it when we feel we're threatened with crippling words we're quick to start and treat arguements just like a gunfight as we try to shoot right for the heart. Please use words with a lot of caution for they have the power to sting and maim sorry's may not close their bullet holes for the hurt they cause, is just the same.