>I was only 12 years old
>I loved Kalashnikov so much
>I had all of the rifles and all of the 7.62x39mm rounds
>I prayed to Kalashnikov every night thanking it for the firepower I'd been given
>Kalashnikov is love I'd say, Kalashnikov is life
>AR 15 see's me
>He calls me a terrorist
>I say "For Mother Russia"
>AR 15 Liberates the me and sends me to Guantanamo bay
>I am crying now and my face is wet
>Something is moving behind me
> I feel a barrel on the back of my head
>It is Kalashnikov
>I am so happy
>The sound of the charging pin fills my ear
>It puts me on my knees
>I am ready
>Kalashnikov penetrates my vital organs
>It hurts so much but I do it for Kalashnikov
>I feel my skull shatter fracture as I bleed out
>It roars a mighty roar as it fills me with it's 7.62x39mm love
>AR 15 comes in
>Kalashnikov looks it strait down the barrel and says "Bang Bang Bang"
>Kalashnikov reloads
>Kalashnikov is love, Kalashnikov is life