Stacked up a mountian
Sided with the butchered
Cow that ran allied with
it's downtrod eyes,
hooves which clack
On the ground so dry
It's hard as his arteries.
He instructs me like this:
"Any pistol in the house
you pull the trigger but don't
you ever empty it. You shoot.
Don't hesitate. Then run up
and put two in their head."
This is how he loves,
How he protects and
shows up. Gosh-
I don't know if I can.
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