there's no sympathy
for this ghost apocalypse world
behind this mask of Shame and fear

my enemies will cower in my darkness

and bow in my presence


My Bullets might be made of steel but my loaded gun is for collecting Souls up the guilty and whoever opposes me

the Raiders will disappear in the Gunsmoke

and their souls were still dance
but I will shoot them again just to make sure
they would never dance again

I might be made of flesh but I am a super weapon crafted from the hands of the Gods. that is why I can survive

everything you can throw at me even the Gates of Hell cannot stop me

I can destroy armies in a snap of a finger

just get me a pencil I will prove it
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