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Published on October 8, 2005 By ----- In Poetry
I walk this wandering dusty road,
Through my endless hell.
Harsh words are spoken,
Evil deeds are done.

Precious dreams are shattered,
As I reach for my gun.
(Under the golden sun.)

As I walk this wandering dusty road,
My demons rant and rave.
I fight my battles but lose my wars,
All my demons to quell.

I try to repent but am offered the door.
On I go,
Living through Hell.
(Under the golden sun.)

I’ve reached the end,
I’ve met my match,
Its time to leave,
Its time to go,
So lets not wait,
Here I go.

BANG!
(Under the golden sun.)

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