Gareth raised his rifle, the local riff raff were not leaving
He pulled the trigger one of the threatening men fell
The bullet tearing the arm from the shoulder brilliantly
The surviving bandit pleaded- it's just we have no money!
The bandits had planned to kill Gareth and his family
So he chopped him through with the axe ignoring the scream
He started digging the hole where they would be laid
One of his servants came upon the scene pale and affected
Gareth places the spade in his hands and went to procure dirt
That late morning had been confusing, killing was traumatic
The pines and blue sky seemed to collide in the momentary heat
That micro climate in his valley where temperatures could rise
The stark scent of pine gum and gun powder under summer sun
concocted a holy scene
Not the righteousness of one man who had strong faith
Vengence is a kind of sin it is suppposed
But as if destiny had arrived for the two bandits
And God simply rented Gareth for the day
To put the two down forever
In that peaceful valley
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