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With the slightest twitch of my finger, Death comes to you and kisses your forehead with a bullet.

No guilt.

When the type of people that can afford me want you dead, your family might as well wear black, cry their eyes out and tell loving anecdotes recalling funny moments of your life.

You're already dead. I sign the death certificate, slam you in your metal drawer at the morgue. I'm only a vector of fate.

I get home, open up some wine or beer, get comfortable, catch a movie or some reality tv. Do week-end stuff.

Just like you did.

Before you met me.

Not totally happy with how this came out, but it's not as bad as I feared considering the 6 month hiatus.

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Description
With the slightest twitch of my finger, Death comes to you and kisses your forehead with a bullet.

No guilt.

When the type of people that can afford me want you dead, your family might as well wear black, cry their eyes out and tell loving anecdotes recalling funny moments of your life.

You're already dead. I sign the death certificate, slam you in your metal drawer at the morgue. I'm only a vector of fate.

I get home, open up some wine or beer, get comfortable, catch a movie or some reality tv. Do week-end stuff.

Just like you did.

Before you met me.

Not totally happy with how this came out, but it's not as bad as I feared considering the 6 month hiatus.

◊ DeviantDolls club is fully authorized to post this image in its gallery.◊