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 and mine. Let NOT my last thought be, if I only had a gun, and lord if today is truly the day that you call me home, let me die in a pile of empty brass…
Among The Joshua Trees 
Not in mexafornia will you be able to do that now.
Though words be my bullets, still, Lord, allow me to be fast and accurate.