Gunslinger Angel Gabriel

His last bit of John Barley corn goes down,

The burn

functions high alert

I see my mortal friend in the coffin

IT WAS NOT HIS TURN

ITs MY CHOICE , NOT THE MONKEYS

I see red

they all soon will be dead

I told the other three to stay behind

I walk in

the angel of death

not even a pin drops

found the owner of whore house

now he is red

The sheriffs  goes down next

red on his vest..and tin star is pink

I sink another drink

and blow  three more away

on the way out...

Hop on my  pale horse

and ride to meet

the other three horsemen