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<blockquote data-quote="Janx" data-source="post: 5875880" data-attributes="member: 8835">I asked Johnny for his thoughts, and this is what he had to say:There's a man going around taking namesAnd he decides who to free and who to blameEverybody won't be treated all the sameThere will be a golden ladder reaching downWhen the man comes aroundHe also said:And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold, a pale horse:And his name that sat on him was Death,And Hell followed with him.I take Mr. Cash to mean you should have a Man in Black, riding on a pale horse.&nbsp; Taking peoples' names and writing them down in his book.&nbsp; His book is big, but no so big that it can actually hold all the names of all the people.&nbsp; Yet when he opens it, it always has room for a few more names.He passes through towns, collecting names. Cordial, but a man of few words. Much like Clint Eastwood.&nbsp; When he asks you your name, he already knows the answer.&nbsp; He speaks your name as he writes it in his book.&nbsp;&nbsp; By the next dawn after he leaves, everybody is dead.&nbsp; Some died in their sleep.&nbsp; The others are torn apart in a bloody mess.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Janx, post: 5875880, member: 8835"] I asked Johnny for his thoughts, and this is what he had to say: There's a man going around taking names And he decides who to free and who to blame Everybody won't be treated all the same There will be a golden ladder reaching down When the man comes around He also said: And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold, a pale horse: And his name that sat on him was Death, And Hell followed with him. I take Mr. Cash to mean you should have a Man in Black, riding on a pale horse. Taking peoples' names and writing them down in his book. His book is big, but no so big that it can actually hold all the names of all the people. Yet when he opens it, it always has room for a few more names. He passes through towns, collecting names. Cordial, but a man of few words. Much like Clint Eastwood. When he asks you your name, he already knows the answer. He speaks your name as he writes it in his book. By the next dawn after he leaves, everybody is dead. Some died in their sleep. The others are torn apart in a bloody mess. [/QUOTE]

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