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The n00bs 'round here might not get it, but usually I find it tradition to post the most recent badass piece that I write. There has been a drought of this recently from me and I apologize. This happens to be inspired by fictional events that take place in a city in Ireland.
Enjoy.
The Guns of Killarney
The City of Killarney, just east of Dingle Bay
A tyrant came a walking, and settled here one day
He brought along his minions, and legion of despair
We tried to get him to leave, but wouldn’t go no where
The corruption ran rampant, and nothing could be done
But it had to end when the mothers would lose their sons
So a band of us young rebels, and armed to teeth were we
Set off to save the people and the city of Killarney.
So may God look down and recognize we tried
And may the devil burn in hell and never know we died
All of us good Catholics, all loyal to the Green
As we loaded forty fives, into the magazines!
So we asked for forgiveness, the prayer was no mistake
We hoped that He’d forgive us for the lives that we would take
We dressed all up in solid black and left our humble abodes
And took ourselves and the guns onto the cobble roads
As we lined up at his door, the tyrant began to run
As we turned night to day with flash of Thompson guns!
So may God look down and recognize we tried
And may the devil burn in hell and never know we died
The tyrant laid a bleeding, gasping for a breath
And then came his minions, alarmed by his death
Their numbers grew immensely, but we wouldn’t have defeat
The guns went blazing, unto the city’s streets
The battle raged for hours, a sight no one should see
Bodies lay strewn upon the streets of Killarney
People tried to stop it, they would cry and they would plead
All their voices drowned out by the machine gun symphony
So may God look down and recognize we tried
And may the devil burn in hell and never know we died
We stood and fought together, fighting in the fray
Sadly though we wouldn’t see the sun rise the next day
The band of young rebels, immortal we shall be
Because we killed the Tyrant and saved the City of Killarney
Now there stands a statue, a block from where we died
To tell of the sacrifices to all those far and wide
The bronze statue stands above a plaque that goes and reads
“Six men holding Thompsons, the Guns of Killarney”
So may God look down and recognize we tried!
And may the devil burn in hell and never know we died!
So may God look down and recognize we tried!
And may the devil burn in hell and never know we died!
Enjoy.
The Guns of Killarney
The City of Killarney, just east of Dingle Bay
A tyrant came a walking, and settled here one day
He brought along his minions, and legion of despair
We tried to get him to leave, but wouldn’t go no where
The corruption ran rampant, and nothing could be done
But it had to end when the mothers would lose their sons
So a band of us young rebels, and armed to teeth were we
Set off to save the people and the city of Killarney.
So may God look down and recognize we tried
And may the devil burn in hell and never know we died
All of us good Catholics, all loyal to the Green
As we loaded forty fives, into the magazines!
So we asked for forgiveness, the prayer was no mistake
We hoped that He’d forgive us for the lives that we would take
We dressed all up in solid black and left our humble abodes
And took ourselves and the guns onto the cobble roads
As we lined up at his door, the tyrant began to run
As we turned night to day with flash of Thompson guns!
So may God look down and recognize we tried
And may the devil burn in hell and never know we died
The tyrant laid a bleeding, gasping for a breath
And then came his minions, alarmed by his death
Their numbers grew immensely, but we wouldn’t have defeat
The guns went blazing, unto the city’s streets
The battle raged for hours, a sight no one should see
Bodies lay strewn upon the streets of Killarney
People tried to stop it, they would cry and they would plead
All their voices drowned out by the machine gun symphony
So may God look down and recognize we tried
And may the devil burn in hell and never know we died
We stood and fought together, fighting in the fray
Sadly though we wouldn’t see the sun rise the next day
The band of young rebels, immortal we shall be
Because we killed the Tyrant and saved the City of Killarney
Now there stands a statue, a block from where we died
To tell of the sacrifices to all those far and wide
The bronze statue stands above a plaque that goes and reads
“Six men holding Thompsons, the Guns of Killarney”
So may God look down and recognize we tried!
And may the devil burn in hell and never know we died!
So may God look down and recognize we tried!
And may the devil burn in hell and never know we died!
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