Murder Nation from Indoctrination by Rival Cults

Ragged hat and a dusty coat
this drifter enters town all loaded and broke
He smells of gasoline and blood
Completely filthy from the hole he’d dug

He staggers for the neon lights
A sanctuary hidden from sight
Three shots of crow to calm the nerves 
Anything to forget the girl

She begged for mercy
He didn’t flinch 
He shot her twice and then again
Before the eyes of a hateful god
He killed the only one he’d loved

A dark secret on a desert road—how will you ever—-cover your tracks
Still haunted by her placid eyes—heaven forever—shall fade to black
A lost soul sat empty inside——-his only friend a 45
How many more, have got to die…………So it goes

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