The worried look upon her face,
A fiery expression amongst a blaze.
She felt a cold chill across her back.
Awaiting for one more attack.
He told her she would be the one,
She feels helpless, without a gun.
So she went to shop around for the best that they got.
A gun, is what she bought.
Standing by the front window, getting ready for the fight.
The stairs are creaking, and on goes a light.
The door slowly opens and face to face with the devil himself.
She points the gun to his head, and shows him what she is all about.
Now he will never mess with the best.
His voice shakes as he confessed.
She only did that to scare him and to show him you can't just mess with anyone.
As she puts down her gun, he opens the door, and runs.
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