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A Waltzing Matilda He Goes
The winds of hell
brought sex, sin
whisky and the
devil's kin
Deeper and deeper
he goes risking
his retched soul
Each day he will pay
and forever will stay
living the devil's way
The winds of hell blows
once again his fear and
misery grows with each
and ever sin
His Life is near it end
to late for salvation
to begin
Across the flaming fields of hell
feet of clay dancing not too well
A waltzing Matilda he goes
where his retched soul will end
only the devil knows!
Jackie R. Kays
© 09
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