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Oct 2013
bring me a fast fast horse
there is a burning in the north
that i must answer
there is a burning that calls to me
rode hard in to the night
riding hard thru the blazing sun
rode till that horse up and died on me
bring me a fast fast horse
there is a burning up north that calls to me
it burns my mind
burns my soul
i must answer this hellfire
must answer this curse
bring me a fast fast horse
and stand back out of the way
for none shall stand before me
i shall **** em dead
shall trod upon them
to make my way
answer this burning
in the north
bring me a fast fast horse
for i must
answer this soul curse
and there at the edge of the
cold cold ice field
i beheld the answer of my life
beheld what i had struggled all my life
to reach
for the fires of hell do not burnΒ Β with fire
they burn with the same cold you find in men's hearts
it was the burning souls of all thouse
who had surrendered to
lure of riches and fame
thouse who had killed to get a few dollars more
the ones who succumb to greed
i did not come extinguish it
i came to be part of it
so i shall be to eternity
forsaken to the fire and so it shall be
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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