These wings of light will bless all laws compliant. This muzzle births a flower, withered, drained.
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Every schemer in the shadows will be greeted by the barrel. The Law is just, like my ammo, seeking out the ones needing just a touch more faith. When we fall from grace, we are all the same. When you fall from grace, all our souls are stained.
If you lose faith in your own home and you feel like you might grow horns, The Law will come smite the wrongs you've done. There's no point trying to run, trying to run from a fully loaded. When we fall from grace, we are all the same. When you fall from grace, all our souls are stained.
It's a long way down for the fallen. It's a long way down– where are you going? When we fall from grace, we are all the same. When you fall from grace, all our souls are stained. Soul stained.
