i walk in great sorrow,
a barrel won't leave,
to forces unknown i had to give in,
now it be tears about to fall,
words from a book many a soul has saved,
a cross,
and this red garment i got my feet on,
the crowd cheers,
in their colors,
i be left to wish for dark suits,
a casket,
but no i won't,
she got me,
and a gun for the isle..
©skillz
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