The Unfairness Of Angels

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 When Justice came to town
I'll take you down, when I'm in town
And if you don't wish to accept my crown
Then please don't waste my time
I'll ride on through, and we'll be fine
I'll just leave another corpse, another widow
I see you quiver from your window
The rider has come I hear you cry
Come to watch us die, no reason why
My horses breath is steamed in the air
And is as black as the texture of my hair
The long black leather trench coat
The rope burns around my throat
You're right to hide in fear
You should have killed me last year
And now I seek out those who lied
And call me wicked but not those who died
Justice you called it whilst I was hanging
And when death became me I heard you clapping
Cut me down, left me to rot in the deserts sun
But I was innocent, I never killed anyone
Until now…….



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