was gone for a while, sorry i could not read everyone's comments or give people thanks for favorites and adds. anyways, heres a poem i stayed up till 5:30 writing

We're driving down the interstate, it's 3 a.m.
We've go a secret in the trunk, only you can know
Said the secret to the driver:
"Trade off your friends, buy a new watch, and go to a show"
Masters of deception, we're prophets of notorious misdirection
We've been here since before Babylon's construction
The tires drone on as we near our destination
We steal Cadillacs and Preach Sermons with fertilizer tongues, and govern counties with fists full of nails and ball bearings
This bridge ahead marks the spot
Park the car, open the trunk
Grab the wirecutters, we're in for a walk
Dodging stray headlights from the road we've just left
Hiking through the desert, we're groovin' along
Suddenly interrupted- somethings goin' wrong
Gunshots and insults from a self hating priest
Hes been fed to much whiskey, and wants to kill this beast
So he sets free his troubles to attack us
In a quite personal form
Bullets exchanged, the conflict is ended
Walk over to him, I bent downward
He's got tattoos and scars to mark his scorn
Rest easy now, the journey's over
You've got what you wanted, now wear your crown of thorns