Contract
It's in a black night of a feudal Japan
That Kenshin the assassin will do his way
A crooked politician he need to kill
One more in this mad world
The target is quickly found
But is surrounded by whores
Is this man was only full of vices
To eliminate him would thus be a great service
Hidden in the shadows, our assassin wait
Only a few hours until the time come
His prey finally out of this house
His mission can finally begin
Kenshin walking slowly in the alley
Panic flow as his opponent saw him
The killer's reputation is without border
It's now the prayers time
Their swords out, their glances crossing
The two adversaries, mutually, confronting themselves
The old man finally drop his weapon
Begging, on his cheek a tear roll
This is a common situation
The men begging until the very end
His face cold, Kenshin sword risen
This time again his contract fulfilled
However, now, he never cease to think
To restore peace, does blood have to flow?
Should he not protect the innocents?
He's asking himself this question for some time
This night again, sleep would not come
I can't imagine a future
A future without tears, murders and screams
Finally, is this only a far utopia?