They were the chosen ones
The three left who carry the guns.
They must die or carry out the revenge plan.
They were the only ones who could understand.
They would face you at the edge of your doom and let go of your hand.
They would watch you as you face your death.
They would laugh when you took your last breath.
Satin must of trained them
Because they fought better then any men.
They were monsters in disguise
With hypnotic lying eyes.
They wore their heart off the sleeve.
They only knew how to deceive.
Burning pieces of their past..
Caught in the cross fire under their mask.
They come in groups of three.
Haunting melodies...
To live or to die..
Was their last words they cried.
For every person that they kill
Is one more dollar to their will.
They are deadly mercenaries
Each body lingers for each one buries.
They will walk the plank of death.
Til each one takes their last breath.
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