Beating


Leaves of color change the landscape of my street
I look out my window as the pain makes me weep
Trying to escape the place that I am in
As a pioneer on the the mountainside I must pretend
The screams at me and the lashes that I must take
With my coon skin cap my mind begins to break
My reality becomes a frontier of wild bears and wooded hills
Which surpass this reality of fears and chills
To live a life away from this man
My dreams take me to the only place that I can understand
So I affix my eyes to those wagon wheels
As he and Satan make their deals.

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