The Weapon Master (II)

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The Sol 4 Real blood spill.

I collect the check.

The Egyptian God Set who seals your fate.

This is the political debate.

With the range for the deranged.

To keep you at bay.

And you play with her thoughts.

And this is when you get caught.

The battle that's fought.

To Him, I sell ur soul.

The liquidated crack.

This is Alnitak.

But the Light Bearer Woes.

Fee fi fo fum.

Ur suicidal with ur gun.

And the sun doesn't shine.

Now to align.

She is the dime piece.

Sols she leased.

Ur bloodline is deceased.

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