- - - Three for revenge - - -
Death stalks the night with a bird upon his shoulder
Revenge is bitter sweet
One year ago this very night
A man lay silent on a bed of death
His killers laughed, disappearing into the shadows
Like ghosts
Now this man had returned from the grave
To kill his laughing killers
One by one they shall meet their maker
Or in their case
Their victim
He met number one
He slit his throat
Running into the night
He avenged his death by shooting
Then cremating number two
One more to go
But where to find
The man who broke a life
The bird upon Deaths shoulder
Did seek this lone prey
Then death shall take its toll
The hunted ran into the night
Escape was not to be
Number three shall never be
To walk the earth again
Death shall return
His soul will rest
While three be tormented in hell
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BY MATTHEW WALL