Single Action Sacrilege

In dust and dawn, 'neath blood-red skies
Where sun and shadow meet their ties
Rode I, a man of ragged creed
With six cold shots for holy need

The iron on my hip, it lay
A relic forged in darker clay
Its name was Sacrilege, they said
And many a soul it sent to bed

A cross engraved upon its spine
But tarnished black by deed and time
A saint once blessed its silver bore
But now it thirsted evermore

They claimed that steel could damn a man
To fire his soul from God’s own plan
Yet vengeance called, and blood it seeks
Through Sacrilege, the devil speaks

Each round I fired, a choir sang
Of sorrowed bells and gallows' clang
And through the smoke I saw their eyes
Those sinners bound for darkened skies

O priestly iron, dark and blessed
Whose kiss would lay the worst to rest
What penance shall I yet endure
To purge my sins so deep, impure?  

So aim I true, and breathe my prayer
Through canyon winds and silent air
With Sacrilege to guide my hand
I walk, a stranger in God's land