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Bounty
Bounty Hunting is hard work.
Pocket watch the time pass.
It's time to be a Merc.
Although I wish they wouldn't resist.
My shot is true, another on my list.
The graves get bigger, on the road again.
All the corpses stacked, another dollar in my fist.
Another stop into town, and to show my face to populace
All the notches on my belt, most of them filled with rigor.
Pocket watch the time pass.
It's time to be a Merc.
Although I wish they wouldn't resist.
My shot is true, another on my list.
The graves get bigger, on the road again.
All the corpses stacked, another dollar in my fist.
Another stop into town, and to show my face to populace
All the notches on my belt, most of them filled with rigor.
Published 16th Sep 2019
Author's Note
It's been a while since I made my last spill, a void that seems to be hard to fill. I hope you like the theme of this. Although my words are hard to miss. Thank you for your time and patience, don't be afraid to help with maintenance.
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16th Sep 2019 9:05am
