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Down from the gallows
The taste of blood,
The wrath of shame.
The losing hand in a gambling game.
I know the odds.
My favor is not,
Lost all for what I've fought.
My mond not mine,
My body lost,
Back when my line got crossed.
Cause and solve the sufferings,
With whatever the bartender brings.
I'll think I'll put these sins aside,
Drink them down for now.
I'd like to come,
Back from the dead.
From this thirsty place.
Back from the waste.
I'd like to be,
In safer company.
I'd like to risk it all
Just one more time.
Lay it down in wells of dust,
And walk away like I mistrust
That the thing I loved,
Has not loved me.
I'd like to come,
Back from the dead
Down from the gallows in my head.
T. R.