He was the last of the outlaws.
People called him Billy Whiskey
Known to be smooth with the inlaws,
But fire when he got a little angry.
One day he was riding his horse,
When he saw a poor man outside town.
Billy knew he should feel some remorse,
Billy pulled out his six and shot the man down.
Who hurt you when you were younger?
We know your pain is real.
It eats at you like true hunger.
You neglect your words and use your steel.
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Primitive Poetry 
Billy is a kind man. I like him.
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There are many more parts coming. Stick around to see the development of Billy. It’s going to be quite tragic- maybe.
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