Reflections of a Man Condemned: To My Father

Once more I’ll say goodbye to you.
I don’t hate my enemy, I hate the cloud he’s brought over my land. There’s no virtue in killing a man. Neither is there virtue in being afraid to stand. Through adversity, there is redemption.
It’s been a while since I could hold my head up high. I want these words to make things right but it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life. It seems like such fun until you lose what you had won.
All these things I hate revolve around me.
I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die. I’m a dead man walking here. Please forgive me father. The devil will follow me wherever I go, aint no preacher man can save my soul. I will find the enemy within ‘cause I can feel it crawl beneath my skin.
I am willing, I am not afraid. You give me strength when I say:

Give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill.
You’re running after something you will never kill,
If this is what you want, then fire at will.

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