[MajinDragon]

from three dots this ish was conjured,
from three shots i could be lawered,
no miss-es, two for the prime suspects,
no wit-ness,
they were warned.. Fatality,
to mortals, i bring about that apparent danger,
call it: "the after-life changer",
the door master rejects, you bout-to-know brutality.
but. the chill pill's will is real,
read into those rhymes ish was ill,
only thing short is your imagination,
required to decrypt my proclamation