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pass me grandpas, old cough syrup, strap into these stirups, I'll ride this horse till dawn, hope the sherrif shows soon, cuz my six guns ready to shoot, with the words that were written, drawn in the sand, a grave dug deep, lye in your filth, I walk this desert, all by myself, sand all around, in this hell, horse died, about a half mile back, got no bullets, for this six gun, empty retribution, was I ready, to **** this man, a father and husband, to daughter and consort, lost his life, to agony, hatred, Im just a man, set ready defend, what I believe in, call me antagonist, better than fascist, should have shot first, then you wouldnt be dead, play the hero, you thought you were super man, your arms to slow, so now I sulk, why'd you want me dead, I walk this desert, all by myself, sand all around, in this hell, horse died, about a half mile back, got no bullets, for this six gun, empty retribution, wish I could **** myself, to end this hell, if this was your plan, I wish i was dead, me on the ground, my blood runs out, but i trudge on, instead, wishing i could **** you again.
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Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 8:00 PM UTC
Empty Retribution (prologue to Often to injure or ****
pass me grandpas, old cough syrup, strap into these stirups, I'll ride this horse till dawn, hope the sherrif shows soon, cuz my six guns ready to shoot, with the words that were written, drawn in the sand, a grave dug deep, lye in your filth, I walk this desert, all by myself, sand all around, in this hell, horse died, about a half mile back, got no bullets, for this six gun, empty retribution, was I ready, to **** this man, a father and husband, to daughter and consort, lost his life, to agony, hatred, Im just a man, set ready defend, what I believe in, call me antagonist, better than fascist, should have shot first, then you wouldnt be dead, play the hero, you thought you were super man, your arms to slow, so now I sulk, why'd you want me dead, I walk this desert, all by myself, sand all around, in this hell, horse died, about a half mile back, got no bullets, for this six gun, empty retribution, wish I could **** myself, to end this hell, if this was your plan, I wish i was dead, me on the ground, my blood runs out, but i trudge on, instead, wishing i could **** you again.
sean. Rozario copyright 2010
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sean-rozario
Portuguese
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 8:00 PM UTC
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