Gunpowder Grace

“She smiled with grace… and loaded the gun the same way.”

She walked in slow, velvet and steel, Every eye turned — they knew the deal. Beauty that burned, soft as lace, But the fire she carried was gunpowder grace.

Gunpowder grace, Kills you with a kiss. Gunpowder grace, Mercy don’t exist. You want her love, But it burns like this.

Whiskey on her breath, sin in her hand, She don’t promise, she just makes her stand. Silk on the table, fire in her face, Every move she makes — gunpowder grace.

Gunpowder grace, Kills you with a kiss. Gunpowder grace, Mercy don’t exist. You want her love, But it burns like this.

“She don’t pray… She don’t plead… She just pulls the trigger, and watches you bleed.”

Gunpowder grace, Sweet and severe. Gunpowder grace, You’ll die where you’re near. You think it’s love — But it ends right here.

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