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I tell you, Dominie, There are times in the lives of us poor devils When heaven and hell get mixed. I TELL YOU DOMINIE THERE ARE TIMES IN THE LIVES OF US POOR DEVILS WHEN HEAVEN AND HELL GET MIXED
, Gripping his death, and waited. Coward, I think, is the name the world has given To men like me; but I'll swear I never Thought of my own disgrace when I shot him -- Yes, in the back, -- I know it, I know it Now; but what if I do? . . . As I watched him Lying there dead in the scattered sawdust, Wet with a day's blown froth, I noted That things were still; that the walnut tables, Where men but a moment before were sitting, Were gone; that a screen of something around me Shut them out of my sight. But the gilded Signs of a hundred beers and whiskeys Flashed from the walls above, and the mirrors And glasses behind the bar were lighted In some strange way, and into my spirit A thousand shafts of terrible fire Burned like death, and I fell. The story Of what came then, you know. But tell me, What does the whole thing mean? What are we, -- Slaves of an awful ignorance? puppets Pulled by a fiend? or gods, without knowing it? Do we shut from ourselves our own salvation, -- Or what do we do! ASSURANCE THAT MADE ME MAD AS I STOOD BEHIND HIM GRIPPING HIS DEATH AND WAITED COWARD I THINK IS A NAME THE WORLD HAS GIVEN TO MEN LIKE ME BUT I'LL SWEAR I NEVER THOUGHT OF MY OWN DISGRACE WHEN I SHOT HIM YES IN THE BACK I KNOW IT I KNOW IT NOW BUT WHAT IF I DO AS I WATCHED HIM LYING THERE DEAD IN THE SCATTERED SAWDUST WET WITH A DAY'S BLOWN FROTH I NOTED THAT THINGS WERE STILL THAT THE WALL LIT TABLES WHERE MEN BUT A MOMENT BEFORE WERE SITTING WERE GONE THAT A SCREEN OF SOMETHING AROUND ME SHUT THEM OUT OF MY SIGHT BUT THE GILDED SIGNS OF A HUNDRED BEERS AND WHISKEYS FLASHED FROM THE WALLS ABOVE AND THE MIRRORS AND GLASSES BEHIND THE BARS WERE LIGHTED IN SOME STRANGE WAY AND INTO MY SPIRIT A THOUSAND SHAFTS OF TERRIBLE FIRE BURNED LIKE DEATH AND I FELL THE STORY OF WHAT CAME THEN YOU KNOW BUT TELL ME WHAT DOES THIS WHOLE THING MEAN WHAT ARE WE SLAVES OF AN AWFUL IGNORANCE PUPPETS PULLED BY A FIEND OUR GODS WITHOUT KNOWING IT DO WE SHED OURSELVES FROM OUR OWN SALVATION OR WHAT DO WE DO
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