jawbones and ears

His name was John Rainbow he was a crack ace and always wore a vest always carried mace. His MO was simple – to shoot first then query to never think twice to leave up to chance every roll of the dice and his foul appearance was nothing but scary. He wore not a top-hat but a scarlet ribbon that screamed, “I am man-thing not baboon or gibbon” and kept many trophies of jawbones and ears and long was the toil of his warlike years. But then past his zenith he went into hiding yet always kept weapons dug into the siding and under his toilet and behind the stairs and had many manner of curious wares. From each of the countries he'd been to they came and were with the blood of his enemies stained and there in his trophy room sat the grand piece: the horns of a demon set in golden fleece. He'd wear it while hunting big game but not man for he had been shown a more peaceful-like plan that involved his cunning and all of his wits and henceforth he always made all of his hits. New trophies did stack up of chipmunk and rhino of bears black and bears brown and bears full albino but hunting men still was foremost in his mind so he left the civil life way far behind and went back to work in the gunslinging racket with only a small knife and his leather jacket. For ISIL Al-Qaeda and many such others he worked killed mothers sons daughters and others. IS didn't differ from his erstwhile bosses and he among madmen was once more Colossus.

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