Executioner

Life, a struggle, to meet the day, When hatred leads life, to take away. On a field, blood marks appealing end, A crimson carpet, in vain to defend. Bathe in gore, fight, mass suffering I love destruction, the pain it brings The hollow in my eye, dev

He was a beaten child Planning all his life to fill his one desire So hurt he prayed to die Feeling hurt and battered but afraid to cry Fear the executioner His blood runs cold Vigilante on the streets Feeding on the city heat In life revenge is swee