The Hills of Doom

crisp cool day in the late month of May alling emblems all around with a song an old indian was killed in those hills one lone survivor by his side was left insane popping pills so I ventured out on my own to see cascading beautiful hills with thick trees a waterfall overlooked the cave of the unknown so I loosened my load and sat was suddenly approached by a small bob cat tenderly affectionate but it wouldn't be long nature's beckoning call asunder with water a clear fountain gushing out of the river below there was a stranger who approached me he told me he would kill me but that didn't thrill me Until he put the nine to my head he pulled the trigger but nothing came out so I would fight with this crazy man hitting each other for a long time until his face turned into a skull, suddenly his mighty grip loosened and ran into the woods left me screaming at that demon perhaps this is how the indian died I thanked God I was still very much alive so I carried on with a song going on for the ride