Gunslingers from Hideous Infatuate by Lunifred Benjamin

No you may not pawn off malevolent actions of men
as a conceptual evil.
You share a killer's bed.
Hell, you may even be in love with him!
The heart ain't there to be reasonable...

We waited for the schoolbus
to take us to the massacre.
How could Mary have known to go there?
How could you ask for her afterwards?

Oh, but your king...
he be strugglin' & thin.
He no longer feels the ancient earthen spin.
Though the tide is high & turning towards America---
"Land of the Gunslingers."
Making our loved ones infinitely late for dinner...
The source of the light rescinding just as I was just beginning...
To be seein' ya.

No you may not pawn off your cold blood & this warming globe
as a consequential fever.
We made a killer's bed.
We must all lay down with him.
In the mind, all things are feasible...

We waited for the schoolbus
to take us to the massacre.
How could Mary have known to go there?
How could you ask for her afterwards?
But are we really so very far from brother Jesus?
And who ain't got a scar from the Scarlet Angel?

Oh, but your king...
he be strugglin' & thin.
He no longer feels the ancient earthen spin.
Though the tide is high & turning towards America---
"Land of the Gunslingers."
Making our loved ones infinitely late for dinner...
The source of the light rescinding just as I was just beginning...
To be seein' ya.

Virgins be whisperin' under pink Virginia moons
while believers mean the words they leave at gray gravestones---
"See you soon."

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