With heart so true
And a love that lies
His lips are blue
As his blood dries
The gun in his hand
His key to life
Without his heart’s command
He will feel no strife
Without a struggle or fight
He tastes the cold, cold steel
He waits for the bite
And for his flesh to peel
I love you until death
Was his all he said with his final breath
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