Two lovers entwined they had become,
His hand held steady with his pregnant gun.
He felt proud upon his hollowed pulpit,
When they gave birth to an anger bullet.
Mission affirmed like an honest deed,
Slicing the air with unstoppable speed.
Martyrdom the one reason it was bred,
The bullet shattered through the young girl's head.
Hitting the floor with a horrible thud,
Her skull split open, emptying her blood.
Evil now worshipped the new child slayer,
Madness ascended in God's own layer.
The church goers scattered, with minds perplexed,
The Priest just reloaded and laught "Who's next?".
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