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I spit out bullets and suck in lives,
I create orphans and widowed wives.
I am a tool of human desperation,
fueled by the effects of hasty castration.
I uphold the honor of ancient tribes;
I purchase their freedom with human hides.
I'm merely an instrument, a lone voice,
part of a symphony of unforgiving choice.
They say revenge is sweet and blood is red,
but revenge is dished out in bitter lead.
The second statement, however, rings too true,
bodies cry crimson tears, as I run'em through.
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