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A man
written by Genocide Reaper10:48 AM 3/30/05There once was a man with nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
It seemed, as he mutilated himself he loved the pain.
All the world came crashing down.
But he wasn't wearing a frown.
Instead he looked in the mirror and said. "I'm grown."
Walking that extra mile, with a man's smile.
No one was going to beat him into the ground.
And walk away without going at least ten rounds.
Now one day, he was drinking booze, in his dark, secluded room.
He had a pistol in his hand.
The thought in his mind was.
I've been through Hell, and I'm out numbered.
Time for my last stand.
He said.
His woman rose from his bed.
Looked at him with tears in her eyes.
He just smiled like he always did when he was on a alcohol induced high.
He gave her a wink, took his gun, walked out the door.
Looking for more.
Time to play hero, for those that forgot he was brutal to the core.
Stepping outside he mounted his steel horse.
Riding out of sight, without even giving her a goodbye.
He thought one last thing as he rode into enemy territory.
Time to die.
Out in a blaze this man went.
Fighting til death.
Fighting for all it was worth.
And it wasn't worth a penny or his last breath.
But in his drunken mind, he had to show them all.
Show them he had the balls. |
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