| He walks this dusty road, in search of something whole. Weapons close at hand, trench coat swaying in the wind. Hammers cocked, safeties on, just a quick click and your gone. The dark desperado on a path of his own, the wicked whiskey that burns the belly of this beast. A lonesome trial lay ahead, out numbered, out gunned, one way out, that's his plan. Kill them all, or die trying. You've never heard of the Hero accused of heresy until now, you never knew how fast he could drop bodies to the ground. Cross fire on many men, walking calmly as he kills. Precision is key, other wise, there would be no way to live! Squeeze the trigger, cock the hammer. Loaded, ready, time to release the heated lead into a mans chest! one dropped! a bullet right between the eyes. A dismal path lays in wait for this man, as he is on a mission, one obviously unconditional. A blade on his back used just incase he needs to decapitate some one perfectly at the neck! A warrior of will! the question is, how many men he has killed! that's the tally! now total up, and count the great creations chart! God made man, meant to slay, God made man, viciously, calmly on his way. Vengeance will REIGN! |
