I am my owner's weapon
Primed and ready to fire at will
When pressed into his next victim
Strong and sturdy
Persistent and unfailing
When my owner weilds me
His victims suffer the consequences of his dark desires
I imbue my owner with power
With me, my owner becomes a strong tower
The weak-willed and weak-bodied are easy pickings for him
With one hand on my trigger and the other on their neck
My owner gives out a snicker, he knows it's a done deal
He singled her out, followed her home and cornered her behind closed doors
Pressed me into her flesh and unleashed the full force of my power
Quenching his neverending need to devour
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Author's Notes: So...this is about guns, right? Well...
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Paul Stewart
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Comments (2)
This was naaaasty!
When it takes a gun to make someone big..., ...I'd rather be small.