Carrion Spring
Red Beard Rides Again
Rustled from his slumber with bloodshot eyesto the whir of vengeanceand human sty.It tears apart the capillary of this town and a homehis will, exhausted and his regrets in toeHis soiled fingers seek the source of this festered sore.Crush the earth pave the wayTwist her limbs into planksbuild them prisons of vinyl and slateherd them, sheer them, sell them, and reap them.He left them.Let go. Let all this fadeinto the distance behind youLeave all the rest to take the blamei watch his fury unfold with every inch he treads alongthe roads. town after town, and time after timehe's failed to find a home. And it sets inthe shards of hope that have worn him downThe children, the vandals have no remorse for him.As he cowers all alone, he never saw it comeand crush his skull into the stone. Rest his soulwithin an aspalt tomb.unrested soulfor the relic shall ride on.
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