Guns are hard,
Knifes are sharp,
Fire burns,
And water drowns,
Rope can hange
And Bombs can kill you to smitherieans.
People tend to fear theses Weapons,
But truth be told,
They can't do anything alone,
Fear the person wealding the weapon,
Not the weapon it's self,
Weapons Hurt,
People kill!
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