The Heathen

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by notherteenagerebel

by notherteenagerebel

On day one, and so forth, the dirt and mud engulfed what was his

And to come home, the heathen could not see anything that belonged to him

But a family, a band of brothers, that would ride together to the afterlife, with their dusty black coats

The little place his bed lay was just noise that was the quietest thing within his mind

The Heathen does not know when to stop if he should fall nothing really ended anyways

He had business in every city in the South an empire that needed built

But if he were to fall now that would be a thing

For the heathen to make the woman his kin.

He did not fear to look at death with two eyes

Nor the devil with his whole face

Henceforth a single gun shot rocks the sky

And the band of brothers have roamed their place

Now he thrusts his fists against the table top

And appears a dent beside his ciggy box.

Alas this action did not console his fury of this world and the next

For there is no rest for the Heathen

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This book contains the following:

*Strong language

*themes of drug addiction/alcohol abuse

*descriptions of violence

*themes of murder that may be distressing for some

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So I wrote this poem, and I thought it was quite fitting to start this book off. Idk lol