My lovely master whose trigger she loves to pull, my counter part that makes me a mad fool. My other half who has full control, concealing the hell contained within my soul. Your scent better then the gun powder you feed me, with wrath that leaves my darkness be. To make my monster a dry fire, surrounded by my only desire. When she pulls the trigger, I'm there ready to be the grave digger. I both the gun and the bullet, so go ahead if your going to pull it. Make the world filled with lead, because every obstacle will be filled with lead.
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