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Lord, make me fast and accurate. Let my aim be true, and my hand faster than those who would seek to destroy me. Grant me victory over my foes and those that wish to do harm to me or mine. Let not my final thought be if only I had my gun, and Lord, if today is truly the day you decide to call me home, let me die in a pile of empty brass.

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