The End
Two Shot's in Eagle's Landing
Well if you’re listening,
I hope I told this story well,
And you better head home,
After this tale straight outta hell.
I got one more to introduce,
Another person,
And then I promise there are no more
That this is The End.
I’ve been rude.
I haven’t introduced myself.
I lived in Eagle’s Landing,
And I knew the bastard well.
I told you a story
Bout the man dressed all in black.
It haunts the preacher’s family,
Regular insomniacs.
But let me be clear,
He had no choice in the act.
I grabbed the bastards hand,
And made that bottle tip on back.
I told you
This was a tale straight outta hell.
Allow me to be introduced,
Please call me the devil.
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That night,
I woke the poor bastard up.
Made him get outta bed,
It was time to worship.
We headed to the church,
But did not walk right through the door.
We lagged a little back
And had ourselves a little pour.
I stoked the flames of fury,
Blew red embers of enrage.
Poked and prodded open wounds,
And shook the monster’s cage.
I revealed righteously the preacher
Was not a well mannered man.
I watched the kettle boil,
And marvelled my master plan.
After forty-four shots flared
Fire from within,
The bastard busted open the doors.
Ladies shrieked to high heaven.
The preacher poised in place
Prayed a placid pure thought,
But no divine disruption could
Disturb the devil’s plot.
He aimed and shot.
No divine disruption could
Disturb the devil’s plot.
He aimed and shot.