The Man With No Name
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His eyes are pitch black
his hair flames licking higher
No pleasure - No pain
only carnal desire
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Just hatred and anger
raging hell's eternal flames
His life is a waste
he's the man with no name
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Explosion of crimson
dripping from his chest
The blood - gone dry
thus begins his new quest
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Men of this world cherish
the man with no name
They search for the next one
craving to ease his dark pain
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To reveal his name
is to become him
He never sits still
Love was his power
but his hate turned love ill
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All the riches in the world
could not buy his true song
That quest moved us all
towards death - anguish - vile harm
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Insects swarm to sting us
they stifle all screams
Drowning out all noises
strange dark feelings - sublime
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Though one will impregnate you
and make you feel whole
The moment their reaping
becomes oh so real
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A river of blood
mimicking sands of time
Drip, drip, dripping slowly
from madness of mind
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The locusts are coming
just a matter of time
Before your turn comes - meet the man with no name.
© 2022 BK Johnsen
