Blood soaked finger wrapped around the trigger,

Knuckles white beneath a splattering of scarlet,

Echos of silver ammunition,

Gleaming black barrel,

Elegant, platinum, glittering bullet,

Glides through the smoky sky,

Pretty little killer in the hazy sky,

Who's life will she end?

Will we ever know,

If the bloodtracks in the sand were the fault of ours?

The End

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