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May 2012
&
So the Kindest Killer
locked/loaded
&
cocked
his perfect lil'
purple pistol.

They needed to be put in place.

For the Bandit.
was starting to go cray-cray,
from all the raunchy-rowdy-ruckus.

Action.
Reaction.

As the loud mouth's
looked at what sat right
between
their eyes.

The killer
screamed.

"Bang. Bang"

&
From then on it has been nothing but darkness.
Sacrelicious
Written by
Sacrelicious  31/M/Hell
(31/M/Hell)   
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     Johnnie Rae, --- and Sacrelicious
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