You wield the gun, supremely judicious and unwavering. You carry the bullets that pierce and flay the flesh of the enemy - some demons and many more tyrants. Know well that the marksman trains his precision, accuracy, and discipline to rely upon in the battlefield. However, the firearm demands yet more of the soul than it does the body.
The gun makes its claims over every violent part of your psyche, for brandishing this weapon is a decision of utter consequence. You must hand over every darkest and most hate-filled part of your soul. But be wary to keep both your temperance and your patience and hold them both tightly to your heart so that the innocent may not know your fury. Good judgment always precedes from patience.
Appease them and let your darkest thoughts, your violence and your malice find some comfort to reside in a weapon of such caliber. Let only angels of divine forgiveness and of righteous mercy find a permanent residence in your heart. By this twofold path you will be blessed with the courage and wisdom of a holy warrior. Amen.