Blood was strapped to a chair,
The warehouse cold as ice.
Love entered with two body guards
And said, "Why should I keep you alive?"
"Cause I'm all you have left," said Blood,
Spitting teeth out onto the floor.
"The cops have this place surrounded, Boss,
And they'll smoke you and your boys out for sure.
But I'm the only poor scum you know
Who can lead you to the back door."
And with that they were at an impass,
Standing together, the unfriendly four.
Finally, "Faith, cut him loose," said Love.
"And Hope, find us another gun."
Then to Blood, "Don't think we're done, you and I
Just because we're on the run."
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