|Shooting arrows wide off the mark, |
grey skies over the boulevard,
angry winds carry no hope to guard,
echoing noise is a wild dog's bark,
without a flag or a visiting card
the avenger walks alone in the dark.
The roads worry at the last yard,
in whispers the trees disregard,
society's very own - the classic retard
decides to go to places barred.
He says with a smile -
to find peace before I resign
I will fight with no rules defined,
I will leave no dust behind,
the rest can rest as they walk the line,
but I'm at war,
vengeance will be mine.