Posse at Twitter Gap

The Devil came in the night
Changed their hats black from white
At dawn the posse awoke

They gathered their gear
Trusted year after year
Not one good man noticed the joke

When they rode into town
To gun bad guys down
They frightened the Church going folk

A glimpse in the glass
Of themselves as they passed
Gave a warning most like a choke

Then all guns blazed away
But no bullet went stray
As if they were each one bespoke

The posse dead in the street
Black hats at their feet
Cross haired in the curling white smoke

Good men dead in the street
White hats at their feet
Cross haired in the curling Black Smoke

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