The Tales of the Wild West.
An Alluring Glorification of the Mighty Gunfighter.
Truth is, the more fools terminated by my steel, the more evil destroyed, the more souls collected, the more the darkness took notice.
I stand above a boy, no more than sixteen. He grips his chest with every hope of stopping the bleeding. He begs, mumbles, "Please." He knows though, he knows these are his last breaths. His eyes full of sorrow, tears form, he sneezes and coughs blood, death turns his eyes black. For him the glory comes to an end.
For me, another soul, another echo in the darkness. The Spirits in the wind, despair, agony, torturous laughter, no one told me.
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