Gun

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I thought this was the end

But it has just begun,

Now, in each hand a gun,

A message I must send…

There is no time to wait

For vengeance does not rest,

To some it might come late

But patience is its test;

Let us ride forth now, boys,

Death thirsts for fresh new blood

And we are but its toys

Riding upon the flood.

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