August 10, 1892
Dear Journal, see the date above.. tonight I'm kinda scared
A bad feeling lingers within & the last battle to survive- we bared
Just a hostile area, while these red skins are absolute ferocious
"So this land can be ours?" it's theirs, and at this time they host us
They know us & our tendencies.. and damn, their courage tremendous
Not nervous they ride with arrows & spears - we got guns to defend us
We kill them all & rape their wives - I put myself in their situation...
& I kinda see why they cut out scalps raw & hate us worse then Satan
If I were indian I would too, and for this I cannot lie...
But this is my duty, a new & better America is what I stand by
It's just sitting in this valley, looking at this hill on the country-side
Tomorrow we ride above it & severely wipe out the rest of this tribe...
August 12, 1892
Holy shit!, yesterday my preminision turned out somewhat right
The most tragic, dispicable shit.. shaking so much I can't write
We tried to warn him there was something eary of their tactics
He said "Ha- Entering the Unknown?? com'n they have hatchets!"
Usually they attack us, as we mow their souls down with bullets
But not this time, leaving their empty village- & they fooled us
We lost 3,000 soldiers cause of greed, Custard wanted to be a man
His worst enemy attacked on all sides, Im'a call this Custard's last stand
He wanted fortune & fame, but this fuck just went & ruined it
The indians carried no remorse as they chopped & stabbed through it
I only lived cause I fell to the ground - death & me pretended
The indians rode off, Entering the Unknown brought the last chapter, end it