Can Guns Really Kill People?
The mouth of the metal monster
the maw of the morbid mother
the giver of gold or gall
picking out the particular person
plucking out precious people
maker of more monopolies
foundation of flowing fountains
Both blood and bonds
The protector yet predator
I hold her here in my hands
she, the sole silver savior, or a sweet release
The mocking murderer of mortal souls
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