Lord make me fast and accurate,
Let my aim be true and my hand faster,
Than those who would seek to destroy me,
Grant me victory over my foes,
And those who wish to do harm to me and mine,
Let not my last thought be,
If I only had my gun,
And Lord if today is truly
the day you call me heaven,
Let me die in a pile of empty brass .
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