Nevada
Am I dead yet, baby?
Silver strokes call my name
All for our country
At least that was the claim.
And I said "Nevada"
my dying call to arms
Sin city left us
Soldiers, small towns, old farms.
Imperial palace
Territorial prize
Slot machines bringing
light to our daughters eyes.
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