You go first,
no you go first.
Each one yelled to the other,
as before them stood Red Hicky,
the born killer.

Guard dog of the gods,
soiled hands and boots,
with a soul everyone knew was damned.

The presence of men like him
might seem vile to some,
but a few others saw them
as gate keepers between good and evil.

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