Pursued by a Memory, A Deer i see when i sleep apart of the wolves one of the clan,
Unusual sights, mysterious people, on the run escaping our ego's, We're wise men outlawed for wanting more, Botching a simple job we ran for the hills, leaving our gold in hope for freedom and more,
May I stand an pay a social call, to get the money back from those who owe,
May i stand revolver at my side, Ready to pull, ready to die,
May i stand tall and grow,
This is the new south, The deer stands alone wild and free as our clan grows bigger as our bellies are double to feed, A man i once tried to kill and mistreated saved my life,
My sweet lost flame has returned to my arms seeking a man i'm not but secretly am,
It's an honest mistake to make, I've got friends in very low places those whom are shady and benevolent or so it would seem,
May i take a pretty short walk into town, May i groom and raise my horse well in the stables,
May i have no fury nor savagery be unleashed, May I be welcomed to the new world fresh and a new man, May i kill for defence and not for rage, May i change and become a decent man and change those i call friends, May there be honour amongst thieves, May we be our best selves,
Don't be victimised, don't take their poisonous bite,
Don't get poisoned by lies, let them rot and rest in their living graves, Karma for sure aint your friend,
May I stand forever tall, bold enough to move ahead without thinking,
May my body react to the position I'm in, may we talk about the debt you owe me,
May i stand tall and my beard grow on,
May I stand and take their best, while showing them you never rest,
Working fast as you can, showing respect to your fellow man,
That's one step towards the goal, setbacks are all apart of the plan,
We need to aim for Tahiti or bust,
May I take my life, away from the shadow and plight,
May I move without thinking and be the hero that's been missing, May i save a life,
May I lead the darkness away from the light, may I stand tall and use pomade til i die,
American venom it builds up inside, seeing red yet feeling, dead inside,
Coughing up the lies, stop withholding, don't tell me to fold and give me the muneh,
May I stand above the waters, they're filled with your waste,
May I stand even though I'm in a state, may we have a chat on the level of a common man,
May i bust the gate, May I stand tall, outlaw to the end,
Hold up this must be a robbery, you've taken my time for granted,
You've set me up to lose from where we started, I'll polish my mouth with powder,
May I Sharpen my words ready to cut at you deep, I'll stand unshaken and we'll settle the score in the burning heat,
May I stand tall and lasso the bull, May i ride a long and winding road at great pace on a noble stead,
May I fight to the last breath against the corrupt, May we battle long and hard and may my body never give up, May my friends escape and be safe, May i see the sun rise and breathe relief with redemption at my feet.
I started writing this as a self hype inspiring post regards to sticking with a shelf stacking job i hate and putting up with their venom how i want to end the victimisation i am facing as a shelf stacker and then i came out with the phrase "American Venom" which happens to be the name of a mission in RDR 2 and went from there changing things and adding lots more to do a poem about Arthur and his life.
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