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god, there are guns growing out of our bones

every road takes us farther from home

mr. self-destruct.


December 15th, 2009

go tell that long-tongued liar, go and tell that midnight rider. tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter: tell 'em that god's gonna cut 'em down. tell 'em that god's gonna cut 'em down. well, you may throw your rock and hide your hand, workin' in the dark against your fellow man, but as sure as god made black and white what's done in the dark will be brought to the light.

i thought i heard the shuffle of angels' feet.Collapse )

December 14th, 2009

(no subject)

how very little good is left of me.Collapse )

December 20th, 2007

walk away now and you're gonna start a warCollapse )
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