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Ballad of Hollow Town

mary buck is the greatest shooter

inside this hollow town

but until mac comes and shot her

then her body hit the ground

mac watson is a sheriff man

his act is crud and low

then a hero of a distant land

finished mac up in a blow

the hero then visit mary's grave

flash history of their days

throwny roses was all he have

decorate where mary lays

one boy of hollow town

carry the name of jackie watson

buried his dad at dawn

now orphaned and forgotten

now on he train his aim

for his last and final battle

the hero's head he'll claim

took the gun and up the saddle

the hero's drown in whiskey

at the gloomy counter bar

still thinks about poor Mary

leaves his cold heart with a scar

then outside yells the orphan

calling his name out, dry and sore

said 'you killed my pa, mac watson

now prepare your 44'

now the hero's hands dont miss

faster than his mary buck

Jackie's gun no match for this

yet he try to push his luck

Jackie count from five to one

then a loud bang from his rounds

just as he thought he was done

but hero's iron makes no sound

its still true the hero's quicker

but he filled his arm with blanks

cause at least he will be with her

so for the bullet he said thanks

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To Mary, from the sea.

o mary, I've gone to the sea. the letters will float to you and guide you away. away from me, to a better lover, for a better company.

I am sailing away with a grain of virtue in my pocket, with a tint of luck upon the blade of my cutlass. bid me farewell, o sweet mary. im going far, sailing anywhere without seeking point to rest.

trust me mary you dont want me to stay. the life that i led wont please you, i know. dont tell me to stay when i could rock with the ship. with adventure and death, there i am bound to be found.

o mary, i am wasting your love. you had fallen in love with this ragged ol' me. who drinks and who gamble, thats how i wanna live. with the wind in my hair and my soul in the ocean.

I rode with men who knows no fear. with them smoking barrel they hold sturdy. and up the coal signal they comand fear. and them sneer they bring men's death. there i know, im one of them, so brace i will.

for you're the girl of the earth and belong to the land. I'll be in the ocean till the day that i die. come find my bones at the wrecked of the ship. sweet mary, im gone but I'll be happy to be.

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a craftsman i am,

casting magic of lines and pattern.

once this was a plain steel,

without sin, without debt

before the battles begun i must dress it

polishing their creases

painting my waves along with vines

rosary to spiral

if you lay your eye nearer,

and ignore the splatter of crimson

you'll find my beauty hiding

when the only hope you have

is this iron in your hand

take your last breaths,

the lines will hypnotize you

it brings you one last wonder

as your eyes dance along the path that engraved

details that taken granted

i have leave this mark for men

whether they held honor

or virtues

or none at all

an instrument deserve to be beautiful

like us, we are born into perfect molds

let be the road that tidings of the universe took us

let be whatever it is

just remember you are once beautiful

it is your hand that pulled the trigger

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in this concrete road, I ride slow.

my horse put one hooves upon the other, then again, then again. steady. like I taught him.

I can hear faint banjo strings plucking. a certain rhythm over and over. a tune that my paranoid mind registered as a warning jingle. who knows how sharp the fingers who plucked them.

what scares me the most is imagining the possibility of a whole band sitting in the shadows waiting to jump on my ass.

my own thoughts tortured me. the shadows on both of my sides are full of endless possibilities of danger. only that I don't know what kind. if a creature now sprint right at me, should I pull up my talisman, my gun, or my stake? if I made a wrong decision, god knows how would I be then.

I kept trying to fight the urge to gallop this horse of mine. at last be out of this sickening shadows. but i mustn't. you see, they are sleeping, whoever they are, they snore calmly. most of them I assume. so i must keep a steady pace. the tension is eating my chest.

the exit is dead right in front of me. it's getting closer but I feel like we're walking on a treadmill.

so I keep my head low, and I ride...

slow.

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I have spilled the blood.

the music, the melodies. intertwined with my hatred is a fascination. adoration, devoter of the arts.

my skin sending vibration. to the spine, trough the neck.

choked me. left me breathless

he lay there, way down. right into my pit hole. I dug it with claws. hating every piece of you.

dont you see me? I am your angel.

it feels wrong. this feels wrong.

what have I done.

I bow my head to you. let my sin plead its mercy. forgive me, forgive this no-good soul.

I have betrayed music. I have collapsed the entire stage.

no more for me in this world. I am gone. the breath I took was vain.

I hope you an easy rest. while I damned my soul in wicker and sorrow. as my music fade and gone and kills itself.

adieu.

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Love letter in a bottle.

my heart is sore, aching since we parted. its like an acid in my mouth.

almost forgot your taste. still searching, recalling, through the back of my tongue.

its bittersweet.

the memory I keep, locked under this ground. I kept it tidy there, all in their places. remembrance of you.

glimmering artifacts that once was a piece of your beauty, still there.

this undisclosed affair was ours. do you remember?

then was the days of sweet lime and prosperous glory. where the Atlantic's breeze swoon us and made us feel alive. we own the world and dance jolly around it. almost childish we are. dreamers. you and I are the are inventors of ideal and belief. we could do anything.

I am the witness of your triumph. loving you in your golden shimmering age.

you caress me with a guarantee of immortality. I was fooled but somehow it was still true. I didn't give a single damn anyway. I was deep in love.

we dance all night to the festivity of our life. grateful I was in your arms.

I snuggled in the warmth of you and even wonder, if I die, it'll rather be here.

after all, like other men like me, mine shall be merry but a short one.