the arts of killing
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They say killing is easy, that its just the twitch of your finger, that its not really you doing the killing, they say its the chrome silver bullet going at one hundred miles per hour to hit its target that's doing the daunting task. they say its the steel blade piercing the life of its victim. Well when they say that, they have never killed, they have never chose between someones life and death and hopefully... they never will.
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