Day 1: The Gun
Staged screne
He and her were fighting,
With that being said he went weak.
He was searching for something, but what?
There was this gun
This gun was a family heirloom
Encased in a glass display case
He grabbed the gun
Their child was under the bed
A shadow was lurking over their home
The gun began to spin and glow
The home began to turn bright
Their child screamed
Everything went dark
Soon the lights came on
There on the floor was their childs lifeless body
This man took his own childs life with "The Gun".
The gun then took on a mind of it's own
The gun was named Colt Revolver
He then went against his master
And soon Colt Revolver flew out of the nearest window ...
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