The New Buffalo Bill
I skinned a heavenly angel,
One with long dark hair,
I battered her with my bitterness,
Till she was beaten bare.
I pulled apart her snow white hide,
And cured it with my scorn.
For when I die, I'll go to hell,
For hell is where I'm born.
So I'll make a suit of angel,
I'll put her hair upon my head,
Pretend the beauty on my back,
Isn't really dead.
For this angel that I'm wearing,
Is the only hope in me,
That I will live amongst the good,
And be so heavenly.
But while I stand in my disguise,
The stench of rot leaks through,
And that is why I'll never be,
An angel just like you.















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-ChaZ-
::I hate the presence of people, which I do not tolerate::
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-ChaZ-
::I hate the presence of people, which I do not tolerate::
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"My life is not my own to live. My existence is credit to those who carried me. I live for the sake of everyone else." -Sharon Mitchell
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