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May 2013
He never cared and he never failed.
His favored weapon was poison through tea.
But sometimes that was hard to be.
Sometimes a bullet in the temple was the necessary evil.
And sometimes a knife it was suppose to be.

Nobody cared who this man was.
Nobody cared how was it done.
They only cared for the job they wanted to be done.
And it was always done.
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