Stange Lands Visited

dark strange viscious lands men with shotguns for arms dont try and steal their power they'll only get jealous thinking you're aiming for their women yell for your mother to run you tell the others to leave leave now brake dust landslides kicking up dirt out pops the lead-strapped wielding monster up the rickety wooden steps Enters the house all the while the cautionary yells come from your mouth to no avail is it too late you decide to enter the abbatoir mind goes blank you cant remember anything further riding along with your mother on a darkened busy backroad cars are competing for position along this curvy pass at one point she veers off the road taking the curve too fast through the devil's tail tearthumb still clinging dead to trees it ultimaltely kills it must not be spring yet