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Vigilante

I have run down the sun,

I have gunned it down dead,

I have taken down the world,

and put a bullet in its head.

 

Oh no - shards of shadows,

hints of memories lost,

I took the life of another man,

Because I believed in the cross.

 

Surround me now, oh children young,

For it is for you that I have sold my soul.

Cluck the clutch of bullets young,

In the magazine of my crook’ed gun.

 

I look at my mind in rewind,

A series of rehearsed images burst.

Somehow I remember nothing but my worst

hours

Hours

hours

Hours

 

So now I relinquish – for this is my finest hour yet,

I have destroyed the best for myself.

I do not deserve better,

For my sins are costly memories.

 

I shall cast myself into the sea,

The sea from whence I came,

To beginning of the ride,

To the beginning of the game,

 

I am happy now – content to say the least,

With a wry smile like the cat with the cream,

It has been a while,

My time has come to a close,

Its been a long time,

This deflowering of the rose,

I have resisted for so long.

I - like the beach - have held back the sea,

Held back the sands of time.

 

But in the end no matter how long it takes,

The end is inevitable,

So now I my life lay waste.

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justin-blaauw
South African
Published
Mar 27, 2010
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