I’ll keep looking but you probably don’t exist
Even if we finally meet
my mind would kill us
and put the bounty on me
Don’t come close or you’ll be shot
by the crossfire in my lawless town
If you’d stay, against all odds
I would know you by the smoking gun in your hand
We’d ride through settlements and open plains
and drink scotch with whores and outlaws
You’d help me slay my treacherous mind
only to turn in disgust at the sight of my scars
The dust in my eyes makes it hard to read
Lots of endings but none end well
You live yours, I’ll write my own
as I disappear into the distance
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"Atheïsm: the religion devoted to the worship of one's own smug sense of superiority" ;)
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