Trigger Finger
I'm here to settle the score, teaching you the meaning, casualty of war. I've got
you dead in my sight. My scope is always precise. On the battlefield, you've
given up all bargaining rights. Don't look for divine intervention, your suffering is
my bullets intention. The only thing more conceited than you, is my trigger finger,
for It never hears sympathy or pleas, with me the trigger always agrees. There
are no negotiations, just my guns willing anticipation of a trigger fingers
agitation. Next time we don't hesitate on pulling the trigger.
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