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Jessee two gun james leggs it out
Of odettes saloon
Want ed for murder his he

He steals a horse tied to the post off he ride at speed
Kicking his spares in deep
His horse blood riden
Exhusted hard riden


The town folk gatherd bar ownner odette reward she offers to the capture of two gun jess
With hast and dismay the foolish town folk gather onto there mules they ride
A posey they form in pertsuit of two gun jesse james
A live or dead a wanted man is he now
To be capture d alive for his crime hanged for his murdering deed

To be hang before the hanging judge for . his murdering deen then buried six ft deep

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Im not sure that I have been myself
Oh well now what do I do?
When I look in the mirror and I see my face
I see you were never there for me
23 years have passed, but now that time has gone
You were who I believed in
Now look what youve done to me
Realize what youve done to US!

Well now that I think about it
It has always been you, about you
Now its just F*#k you!
Exit my mind as I feel my life come shivering
all through out my body.
My walls have been crumbling, tearing out everything
Its my fault I made this
Now I can destroy this
I can kill you!
The bull sh%#@ter, the lower denominator
Thorn in my spine, I uplift my eyes
As I stumble upon this new life Im finding
Your walls have been crumbling,I'm tearing down everything
Your broken machine helped destroyed this
Now I must rebuild it

This last one left my insides aching,
Head and chest thumping
To the point of breaking,
Bickering about failed relations,
There was a heated conversation ...,
" Wow heart!" ,
My brain had concluded,
"You are so gullible ,
So very stupid..."
My heart beat harder,
Pumping more fluid,
"Up yours brain !,
I know what I'm doing!,
You know it all,
You never listen,
Everything's you say is fiction!",
Answering back my mind was livid,
"Oh and you think you know women?,
I only make calculated decisions,
Based on facts that I've been given,
You just blindly trust and jump,
It's your fault we hurt so much..."

Though I walk through
the shadow of death,
Though icy fingers claw at my chest,
Yea trying to steal my very breath,
I will not rest,
I travel on,
Though all hope of hope is gone,
And things have gone so awful wrong,
I travel on,
Through the saddest of dreary days,
Though the maze is a foggy haze,
I travel on...

The show is over
curtains close

once upon
is over

for those

to go about their darkened streets
tiptoeing
forgetting

the lonely rose

upon the woodened stage
a silence
of crickets echoed

an actor to whom many
secretly loathed

I sat within this smell
of old aged floors

alone happy

he'd gone

wrapped within a cause

like the phantom
he strung his love

covered gracefully
always
crouched from up above

I could not leave
I wanted more

yet took my crumpled letters
stole towards the door

a fleeting glance behind me

a mere shadow
silhouetted with rain

I screamed so hollow
tripping then fell

knowing our story


Yet

who could tell

It eats,
Men and beasts,
Feasts on the meat,
Sweet raw flesh,
Smelling of death,
Evil overpowering
Ripe rancid breath,
Chewing and swallowing,
Till nothing's left,
A shell like itself,
With no life behind
blind blank eyes,
How can one kill
what has already died?

Why do i feel dead inside but my mind is so alive
As if i should cry but my eyes run dry
This life of pain i can not strive
Its too quick like a drive-by
Too many rules to abide by
This life seems faker than watching sci-fi
Yet i still feel the need to try, but why?

After all we are just puppets to the lord u praise
Authority is evil based on how i was raised
Thats why i stay in the street and run with the strays
Soon i know i should get out of this phase
To search for a better way to better days
And get back to reality to escape this daze
But whenever i get close the idea fades

Its like im trapped
In this straight jacket, tightly strapped
Every chance i had to get out i scrapped
So here in my own mind i stay wrapped
Tossing round ideas i know are crap
As if i cant find the right sized cap
So until i do, the devils door is where ill tap.

I am the one who lurks in the shadows
Waiting for a passing unlucky fellow
My tone is mellow and my words sometimes hard to follow
As if my mind is made of jello
Wondering around in an open meadow
Yet it is the precision of my actions that prove me to be shallow.

I never chose to be this way
In this dark world i didnt have a say
My mind grew stronger and took over day after day
As i fell down the crack to hell where i couldnt pray
All i could do is treat the world as a theatrical play
And pull its strings till it decay

At times i wish this feeling would leave the inside of me
But i know ill never get rid of it entirely
Ill always be stuck in this family
And ill always be surrounded by my own insanity
Hurting people as far as my eyes can see
Yet remaining in the shadows as a ghost of society.

"Life sucks, Goodbye"- the deep words of the youth keeping in there problems but so bundled in it it's flowing out of there seals shut mouths. These are just the little things I pass when I go thro the streets, everyone passes it. No one seems to see or they just don't seem to care. The youth today has raisers to skin, rope to neck, pills to stomach, and tears to floor dripping in the ocean of the people before them. Souls lost and never found again like if they were never there to start. A sad ending to the turtle and the hair, they never got to finish the race because the "normal" people flew by and never stopped, calling them names, those names stuck in that little turtles head running threw again and again like a song on repeat.

I growl,
A carnal,
Primal shout,
For crying out loud,
I pound the ground,
Hit my chest with my fist,
Like King Kong I'm pissed,
Your attack helicopters missed,
And I smashed them to bits
with a flick of my wrist...