why must he endure this prison of dust and rust?
frustration boils through the prisoner’s veins
bloody skulls eye his demise, the Vulture simply ignores his pain
all things ornate give way to a truer nature
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Straining metal, clanks as the unrelenting sun illuminates the barren world around the two of us
I imprison, I punish, I hunt
Here I sit watching, counting, guarding the sweaty man who has spilled my entire town's guts
This man will face the brunt
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Cool, but not too cold.
Fleets of F150’s as far as the eye can see.
Lightly used Cigarillo shoved in a mirror’s crevice, safe later.
Bourbon secured, but not for me.
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