High Noon, Ontology Town

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Whatever we 

call out like 

lone gunfighters

in the street,

 

evil baby killers,

war criminals

of our dreams,

they walk out

 

in their own 

chaps, their own 

bloody mess,

six-guns in hand. 

 

Whatever we 

call out,

lone wolves

of our dreams,

 

the one who 

goes down is

just one of us

 

in the dust

of all that is. 

 

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