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Kicking up the dust in a rhythm of villainy
Doesn’t justify the hero within.
With the end of my finger,
I created this wasteland for the better.

The wind brings my composure 
To the edge of reason.
Every grain of sand and bit of dust
Blown across my face
Reminds me of the tear drops
And how quickly I had to wipe them away.

This city was on top of things.
They just got too greedy.
Ringing bells, raising hell,
Turning the world upside down
So they can fly with golden parachutes.
My revolver is warm, the heat is justified.
I had to do what I had to do.

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