Mr.Retributionist
In four years time
Your daughter to find love would work overtime
Your life fallen from its prime
You penniless without a dime
Your relationships ruined by your crime
There you go, destroyed for a lifetime
Your will and righteousness so sublime
I cannot empathise with your grime
I see you as dirt, scum, that inhibits rhyme
Beauty is impossible, the screams act a chime
To hear bells broken tis’ your pastime
I see you climb
To break love but I’m
Strong like mother of thyme
When you destroy, I will survive, rise from the concrete. Sometime
Anytime.
Everytime.
