THE RIVER OF VENGEANCE BY ZAC DUNN In the cold riverbed Where they left me for dead And washed off the lies they tried to hide I began the long crawl back to the lonely fort Built on stilts that had rotted from guilt and desires of conquest on plains they sought to take from strong hearts who knew Of painted moons that bled gloom and glory Illuminating a path in a stolen story of Manifest Destiny and gore that settlers thought was their right despite no seed that grew and trees with fruitless limbs hung low And the dead horse I took a shank from to devour in the sanctum of despair and hunger under starry skies that could lead a castaway from the endless plains As buffalo stomped and wolves tracked them down to feed the calloused feet in broken boots hoofed deeper into the abyss ever forward I cursed out the names of the profane and lame Crawling back for vengeance and glory that the parched headwaters knew too 1.4.26 4:25 am East NY IG: @UZIEGO | TUMBLR: @SAVAGESNEVERSLEEPNYC
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