Those eyes
endless blue
cold, and resolute
the eyes of a gunslinger i reckon
I haven't seen you
since the plans first formation
since after the fall
Where have you been?
Hiding? no, its not in your nature
Waiting? perhaps
patience always was your virtue
Old dear friend
dear demon
We are on the path
out of these wastelands
Pain our unfaltering guide
Come a la come ka
The gun and my precious rose.
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