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Sundown Showdown

Level with me Doll.

How is this going to go down?

When are the shots going to call?

Don’t ail me with that beautiful frown.

 

I might be walking to my grave

With these wounds and a bottle of ***

Lovely one, you must be brave

But know, if I lose, you must run.

 

I think he said it started at ten.

This situation is already bad.

I think I will wait till nine after then.

Death is only a phase, don’t be sad.

 

Some might call me a coward

Others might dub me a hero

But we must always march on forward.

We burned it to the ground, just like Nero.

 

Pack your bags at once.

Be ready on the fly to flee.

If I am a fool, I will be a dead dunce.

If I survive, know that I will be back for thee.

 

Know this my darling Katherine

That this deadly roadside cult,

Even when the end didn’t begin,

This was never your fault.

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May 23, 2010
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