I was crying out for help,
As those I loved died all around
The sounds of slashing and blood spurting
Are two of the most torturous sounds

I was looking frantically around for a while,
Looking for a way out
But no matter how hard I looked,
All exits became closed with doubt

I tried fighting solo,
But no man is an island
He may want to stand alone, the Gunslinger,
But he can't fight up a highland

So I finally gave up
I was drowning in the blood of helplessness
My revolvers had been completely destroyed
Leaving this Gunslinger defenceless

But a hand reached down through the gore,
And pulled me out of that sea
And when the problem was dealt with,
"Visionary, I thank thee".