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All For The Gold |
9/13/1999
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The sky is dotted with stars shining bright and clear. I travel down the road escaping with fear. For it is my house that I am fleeing from. My enemies are in that house of mine and the time for revenge shall come. My horse knows the way well and I urge him to go faster. He knows his commands as well he obeys his master. I finally come to a house I recognize. Shelter leaps into my body comfort into my eyes. This is my sister's house and my presence is always accepted. But not this time she has heard the news I have been rejected. So I take my horse who knows not what to do. And I give him my commands not too many only a few. I tell him to take me away as fast as he can. For if he doesn't I shall no longer be a man. My horse understands his command. He rides faster than anyone can stand. But as luck wears out my horse grows weary and I grow sick with doubt. I am stranded in the cold. And I am being tracked for I have the gold. My home is now a cell. For I am in a dungeon, I am in what some call hell. I scribble my last few words in the dim light as I plan to slit my throat tonight. The rock I use to write with is wearing out, its sharpness is almost gone without a doubt. So I must say goodbye for my spirit shall rise to the sky. Because it is the evil cold that has brought me here it is the GOLD.
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