| Inspect the silver inlay and the finely engraved steel
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| Rich carved ivory grips with checkered lines that you can feel
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| You’ll find it premature to call the calibre obsolete
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| When olden tyme design and modern treacherous-ness meet
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| A curio that’s slipped between our current laws, as read
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| Priceless as an artifact but leaves you just as dead
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| Craftsmanship like this is not displayed much anymore
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| And there ain’t too many gangstas shooting Russian .44
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| To think a learned chronicler like you would be the one
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| Whose eye for detail failed to see him dusting off your gun
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| You must be the first in ninety years to meet his death
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| By way of antique archaic black powder pistol’s breath
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| Despite your recent injuries you must admit that still
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| It remains an elegant and stylish way to kill
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| Yes despite my injuries, good sir, I cannot lie
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| It remains an elegant and stylish and way to die |