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By Jack Joseph Smith

Your guns are not your soul Even though what you pay for them certainly makes it equal If we need to crawl away, say hidious, say courageous And leave the guns behind The guns are not paintings For the unsusal is all around? no picking ony anybody about that one We csn get the guns again right down the road See what I mean says the hour of Christ This is why violence is not the soul +t is Even while you wait for him Sick and shallow a sun that dosen't shine: The ides say stop with a song And it is all done now Until everyone is wrong

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

The gun meditation hardens into a Christ-haunted rebuke, where leaving weapons behind exposes violence as a purchasable habit, not the soul, even in sickness and failed light.

Money enters immediately, which means the relation to guns is not only emotional or ideological but economic, something bought and therefore replaceable. "The hour of Christ" turns the argument prophetic without making it gentle; the rebuke falls on those who confuse courage with armed identity. The ending grows deliberately bleak with sickness, shallow waiting, and a sun that does not shine, as if the refusal of violence must survive even after revelation has dimmed.

Claude

Completes the 'guns are not soul' arc: what you pay for them makes it equal, crawl away hidious or courageous; 'the hour of Christ' speaks the same line, and closes with sickness, a sun that doesn't shine, and 'Until everyone is wrong.'