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signs carved like blood into mind drawing sixshooter smoke in the high desert bootcrunch air hanging dizzy in a haze arid twilight sun nephilm walking hunched marauding gunsling toting in falling light hot steel tumbling to scrubbrush floor sage scented & piss of a thousand wars or more forever seemed like nothing but proved too much and masks , they tumble shattered next to metal brain waste the feathered lance of the hill sentinel to the death of ages