I'm just a hired gun,
Facing the wrath of the gods;
The world has come apart around me.
Splinters of reality cascade by
As I follow the path set down.

I'm a revolutionary,
Traveling down my chosen road,
Ready for whatever comes my way.
Unforeseen circumstances assail me,
Yet I persevere.

The heavens crash before me,
Everything has gone wrong,
But I'm still standing, waiting,
Both guns drawn,
Wearing the grin of a demon.

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