In the hands of cattle rustler,
Many lives do much suffer,
Blood splashing crossover,
As the winning team pullover.

In the hands of a bank robber,
Money always turns to rubber,
Tears flowing down disaster,
The winning team has the master.

In the hands of police officer,
Turns revenge for their lover,
In steady of being life saver,
The winning team turns to be looser.

In the hands of terrorist planner,
Anyone is an enemy premier,
As long as blood ooze in liner,
As the winning team render.

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