Better bring a gun

Known to be the man who sawed off the devil's tongue
Evidence shown, into his neck it was sewn
It flickered and fought when he was near large treasures of gold and silver
He claimed it whispered to him in his sleep
Respected amongst a posse of thieves and demons
Never accepted by any class of man
Stalked by light and flushed out in the darkness
For it lead the hunters to them
Never to hide
Twilights graced them with subtlety, and respect
Maggots and flies did dare
To rake and rot out his stitches
To have this tool took a lot of care
And it did cause him to strain while swallowing
A sizzling hiss would emerge from the tongue whenever the devil was near

Never hidden
And never forgotten
Always scourging up fuel and devouring lives in the pursuit of freedom
But the devil would have his tongue
Benighted, though
For every night beneath the twilight
Laughter from their resting places did bellow
As beggars and thieves most certainly did brag

"The devil's tongue we have, and he shall never get. Just listen to it now as it tries to flick and spit. If the monsters of the light and the gentlemen of the dark do come. They better raise a fist. They better bring a gun"