Ode to Paradise
Despite my profession, I have never confessed.
Torn and weary, I walk with sins on my chest.
Avarice and malignant, my words do fall.
Was I wrong to pull trigger on one so small?
I want to live with dignity, see what could be..
I honestly tried it, this love and peace.
Bullet wounds carry me, this cross of pain.
I have thousands of sins, memories all the same.
Shall I have another chance? Free of this memory?
Can I live with them dear god, or is that not for me?
Never once did I regret what I did, till tears stained her cheeks.
I am here at paradise...I am free.
I'll chuckle and close my eyes, cigarette in hand.
This planet is the worst, my dear friend.
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