One Bullet Left

The gunfighter grinned with a steady breath, Said, “I ain’t afraid to stare down death. You can take my soul, but I ain’t done yet — ’Cause I still got one bullet left.”

One bullet left, one final round, The Reaper waits, but I’ll stand my ground. No preacher’s prayer, no mercy kept, Just me and the dark, and one bullet left.

His shadow stretched in the setting sun, Said, “I lost the battles, but I’ll win this one. My blood runs dry, but my hand ain’t shook — I’ll write my name with a final look.”

One bullet left, one final round, The Reaper waits, but I’ll stand my ground. No preacher’s prayer, no mercy kept, Just me and the dark, and one bullet left.

If death’s the dealer, then deal it fast, But I’ll fire my shot before the last.

One bullet left, one final round, The Reaper waits, but I’ll stand my ground. No preacher’s prayer, no mercy kept, Just me and the dark, and one bullet left.

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