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THE TRANSITION:
Mock despair, psychosocial,
A cloudy day.
Failed conscience, pseudo sacred,
A virtuous demon.
Summer of my sin, the trigger,
A dead body.
Love and my life, a misery,
A lonely existence.
No kills, no thrills,
Cold turkey.
THE DEPRESSION:
The 47th year in the 23rd hour,
Apathy and despair in a maelstrom.
My head, my heart and my finger,
Six bullets but the 90th cadaver.
Killer instincts at their nadir,
Yet there is no catch prize safe for cheap thrills.
And finally along came Satan with all his gloom,
With a contract that spelt my doom.
A lot has come to pass but more still to go,
The rivers of Death Valley with blood flow.
THE DECISION:
All is fair in life and death,
Pre-ordained , the tribunal of His Majesty.
My life for sorrow and for lead,
Silver and gold secondary, my soul primary.
Lovers, enemies and demons in the fray,
Keep my soul intact, I will pray.
Yet, I fear for no incarceration,
My only punishment, I will pay with blood,
I will not cry, I will not sway, I will not sing aloud.
The papyrus still binds me, murder is necessary.
THE PUNISHMENT:
THE EPILOGUE:
No person will ever read my eulogy,
The paradox will suffice for me as comedy,
To give me comfort as I ready to enter the burning fraternity,
The story of the gunslinger comes to maturity.
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