A two way conversation running on a oneway track, headed straight for a collison front and back,  at worst it could end up out west, in a shootout contest. It'll take a miracle in the process, no one wants to confess, they only want to address. Zeus ruler of the Gods feels he's right, but he's only strong in might. His morales are lower than a grain of sand, on the bottom of beach loving land. All the sunbathers lying on a white sand beach, one grain of  sand out of their reach. So far down under, it would miss sky thunder. Lightening flashes through an unholy atmosphere, none of the Gods won't even appear. That grain of sand turns diamond in form, the gods know of its charm. Items of value seem to be buried so deep, maybe it's because the holy one wants them to keep. All these rocks laying down, the good stuff hard to be found. California gold rush came from a discovery, millions in gold everywhere for recovery. More or less a dig out,
cowboy go fish for trout.
 Robberies and shootouts plagued the land, cowboys drew with colt forty five in hand. Where's the sheriff, someone shot the sheriff, I didn't shoot no sheriff,  shot him down, all the deputies then left town. Call a town meeting, it was no fun greeting, just everyone start seating. The subject of today, is our new sheriffs pay, maybe we can entice him to stay. What happened to the last one, he left before his job was done. He left in a pine box, they even took his boots off his sox. Some subject matter, leads to brain scatter, then some fool ask what's the matter, hey please serve my food on a big platter.
This world thrives on nourishment, most of the natives need encouragement,
Some will dig for gold, others wait to be bought and sold.
Hard work becomes icon, can't blame those out on recon, hey mister policeman don't say jail,
in the meantime the devil prepares hell,
every preacher in the pulpit, preaching a sermon to help the culprit.
Every now and then the subject comes up,
this world can be down right corrupt. Poets and writers express and verse,
some subjects good, others worse. 

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