In a futuristic world, where light converges,
There exists a weapon, technology emerges,
With holographic sights and power so immense,
The Holo Gun Shorts become their defense.
In the blink of an eye, they appear on the scene,
Gunfighters equipped with a radiant gleam,
A symphony of lasers, rapid-fire and swift,
Their foes left bewildered, unable to resist.
From the barrel's end, a kaleidoscope display,
The Holo Gun Shorts, painting colors in their way,
Each shot a vibrant burst, mesmerizing to behold,
Leaving trails of light, a story yet untold.
In the darkest abyss, they shine like a star,
Defying the laws of physics, cutting through the mar,
No bullet or shell, just pure energy released,
The Holo Gun Shorts, an exquisite masterpiece.
With precision and grace, they pick their targets well,
A dance of light and shadow, a captivating spell,
Their enemies tremble, feeling the electrifying hum,
For when the Holo Gun Shorts fire, it's a battle won.
But with great power comes responsibility too,
The wielders must heed the call of what is true,
To protect and serve, to fight for what is just,
For the Holo Gun Shorts, in the right hands, a must.
So let us marvel at this wondrous creation,
The Holo Gun Shorts, an instrument of salvation,
As they combat evil, glowing in the night,
A symphony of lasers, chasing away the fright.
With every shot they take, hope ignites the air,
For the Holo Gun Shorts, heroes do not despair,
In this world of tomorrow, where darkness may seek,
These holographic warriors bring solace and mystique.
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