-The Gunslinger
Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 3:28 am
The Dust Is In My Eyes And I Still Cant See
But My Views Been Devised, I Dont Walk Aimlessly
I Have An Urge To Push On Tho I Cant Explain
What Drives My Reason To Walk This Way
Im Old But My Visions Sharp, I Never Lost The Aim
Bold, Never Missed A Shot,& Never Boast The Claim
Death Chose To Promote My Fame, Its Perpetual Chain
Brought Those To Test The Aim, That End Their Days
Draw's A Blaze And Shot's R Flame Then Its All 2 Late
The Soul's I Take Help Break Da Chains Ta open Gates
Tho Faith In Any Way Does Not Keep My Heart In Place
Imma Slave Of Souls That Preyed On The Hearts Of Saints
Sentenced To Eternal Pain Apart In Chains On A Different Plain
They Hearts Encaged In A Vice Of Hate Thats Self Enraged
A Tool Of Evil That Eats At Me Like Lepracy Endlessly
Making My Old Heart Beat Till Im Done With Destiny
Im Marching East Tho I Know Not What Drives My Feet
I Strive To Keep The Old Shot Inside Its Sheath
But I Draw Precisely With Mastery Hit The Heart That Beats
One Move Fluidly, Faster Than The Eye Can See
The Tool Of My Might Is Thee' Staple Of A Lost Society
The Grip Is Of Ivory And A Barrel Carved With Mastery
Likes Of Which None Have Seen, Attributes Skill Of Keen
Six Bullets Made Of Dreams Seem To Supply Ammo Infinitely
My Face Is Creased From Faithless Grief
& Arthritic Knees Seem To Keep Their Marching Speed
Every Night I Sleep Faces I See Of Those Ended By Me
Mareless Dreams They Seem To Plead Their Histories
But I Cant Stop N ReLive Scenes Till I Solve This Mystery
Lived For Centuries Walking Eastely Toward Opposing Beef
I Feel Im Closing The Last Of Streets Toward Eternal Sleep
But The End Of Me Seems To Be The Farthest Thing......
- The Gunslinger
But My Views Been Devised, I Dont Walk Aimlessly
I Have An Urge To Push On Tho I Cant Explain
What Drives My Reason To Walk This Way
Im Old But My Visions Sharp, I Never Lost The Aim
Bold, Never Missed A Shot,& Never Boast The Claim
Death Chose To Promote My Fame, Its Perpetual Chain
Brought Those To Test The Aim, That End Their Days
Draw's A Blaze And Shot's R Flame Then Its All 2 Late
The Soul's I Take Help Break Da Chains Ta open Gates
Tho Faith In Any Way Does Not Keep My Heart In Place
Imma Slave Of Souls That Preyed On The Hearts Of Saints
Sentenced To Eternal Pain Apart In Chains On A Different Plain
They Hearts Encaged In A Vice Of Hate Thats Self Enraged
A Tool Of Evil That Eats At Me Like Lepracy Endlessly
Making My Old Heart Beat Till Im Done With Destiny
Im Marching East Tho I Know Not What Drives My Feet
I Strive To Keep The Old Shot Inside Its Sheath
But I Draw Precisely With Mastery Hit The Heart That Beats
One Move Fluidly, Faster Than The Eye Can See
The Tool Of My Might Is Thee' Staple Of A Lost Society
The Grip Is Of Ivory And A Barrel Carved With Mastery
Likes Of Which None Have Seen, Attributes Skill Of Keen
Six Bullets Made Of Dreams Seem To Supply Ammo Infinitely
My Face Is Creased From Faithless Grief
& Arthritic Knees Seem To Keep Their Marching Speed
Every Night I Sleep Faces I See Of Those Ended By Me
Mareless Dreams They Seem To Plead Their Histories
But I Cant Stop N ReLive Scenes Till I Solve This Mystery
Lived For Centuries Walking Eastely Toward Opposing Beef
I Feel Im Closing The Last Of Streets Toward Eternal Sleep
But The End Of Me Seems To Be The Farthest Thing......
- The Gunslinger