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I am Dennis. There is nothing else you would ever want to know about me. Thanks for reading.
From my friends Crimson Dead
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Carved from stone, boasting power surreal. Chiseled and smothered to perfection. Black as the dreamless night, created for purpose true. To ensnare and enslave minds of the weak. A sure six-shot. Aiming to kill, his master and his master’s enemies. The shell that never boils. Cool till its last pull. Spotless after it’s dredged. Smooth. Bound in its ropes, patient. Ready to fire again and over again. Be it green or black, one or a million. In fast hands, fast it stands. Waiting for another chance to kill. Humble and strong, twisted and worn alike, all fall before its barrel. With visions of black flowers, that grace its walls, falling on hollow flames. Kiss its beauty and watch it suck away at your soul. He is the innocent one. Just a cold hollow stone.