A Stern Look

Upon the horizon... my gaze on him

My hand onto my cloak, demanding justice

His smile contorted, his mustache slim

I can’t continue... Can’t stand for injustice

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A tumbleweed toils, floating in the wind

The atmosphere thickens, my blood starts to boil

I recall in my mind the day I was chagrined...

When he transformed me into a gargoyle

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We stand at our marks, ten paces away

Holster loose, I reach for serenity

The opposition was strong, I was in dismay

The sound of death, such a great melody

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Grandpa I have failed you, my lady taken

Even with all these arms I lie … forsaken.