«The Prayer of Final Purification»

Lord, in my hands is not mere steel. In my hands is the Holy Gun.

Cover us behind the barrel of the Holy Gun. Let every shot be a confession, every casing a Hail Mary.

Holy Gun, speak with thunder. Tear rotting souls from bodies unworthy of Your image. It is not I who kills — it is Faith that kills through the bore of the Holy Gun.

Sinner, freeze. Your «forgive me» lies in the breech. Your path to Heaven is a bullet's straight line.

I cleanse the earth of the filth of sinners — with the Holy Gun. Show me one who deserves a long death — and I shall grant him swift Judgment.

For it was spoken on the day of the Great Reloading: he who does not fall prostrate shall fall dead. He who does not repent shall know the Holy Gun.

Amen. Fire.