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Slug Aviator
Crimson baron, the scarlet fumes from your tale pipe paints the sky with steel blue dye Duke of the corporeal death plane, your splatter reign brings a barrel of spitfire pain As you hide in the cadaver clouds, waiting to vulture dive like a mercenary bird of prey A king’s ransom is your aerial assault pay Slug aviator, you love how fast the bullets fly! Scattering souls into ricochet holes under the ground Your Pilate lit eyes has owl fatal, night scope vision — Unerring sniper precision Crimson baron, your fierce, falcon wingspan overshadows a bosom pierced, bloodstained land Your metal skin is impervious to mercy plea winds O how aorta hardened is your empty chamber conscience Killing time is when the Iron eagle flies again Slug aviator, you love how fast the bullets fly! Scattering souls into coffin holes dug below ground Crimson baron, the scarlet plumes from your caliber tail pipe paints the sullen sky with formaldehyde indigo cast die Duke of the tomb corporeal plane, your violent reign brings a tear flood of eulogy grieving As you lurk in dark alley clouds, waiting to condor dive like a spherical, ravening bird of prey Carcase-scented coins is your heir polluted pay Slug aviator, you love how fast the bullets fly! Scattering souls into worm holes buried deep down Where crypt inscriptions abound, with royal names of those Who may or may not know why they were trigger deposed
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