Gun in hand,
God is dead,
Entering hell,
I control destiny.
They set it up,
But break it down,
They need me,
I'm finally here.
Such a beautiful soul,
I'm just a paralyzer,
Do you remember what you have?
What do you want to do with me now?
Confused dear soldier?
Don't be,
I'm going to take you out,
Slow and gently.
Animals you all are,
Howling at the moon,
Which trigger do you want to pull?
Too late... I've decided for you.
Hell has no fury like a woman scorned.
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