I sat gut shot.
Slumped over under the only tree for miles.
It held me and kept me from dying on my back.
I stared to the west.
Dead mothers make the sun set.
I can hear their chains in the west.
Captive and forced to watch us suffer.
I sat gut shot.
Slumped over under the only tree for miles.
It held me and kept me from dying on my back.
I stared to the west.
Dead mothers make the sun set.
I can hear their chains in the west.
Captive and forced to watch us suffer.
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