Riding God's Shotgun
I’ve spent my entire life sharpening my bullets
like row upon row upon row of metal teeth
that are shed when the shark is biting
riding the night sky lightening
lighting the night sky writing
God’s hand is forced
to sign his own name
regarding all unsettled business
the Devil’s keeping score
and I will see you when I see you
God is riding shotgun
I am riding God’s shotgun
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