Perfect Weapon

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You're the perfect weapon

You're beautiful and deadly

You look lovely and sweet

And then you take your time

To do the perfect crime

You do the job you were made for

To Kill.

To Hunt.

To take souls and crush them

You do no deals

You take and take

And give nothing back

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