From a life behind bars
He was a man painted with scars
Not yet ready for parole,
But the warden had cleansed his soul

In front of god he swore an oath
he would look back with no remorse
The wardens eyes now glowing dead
He’s got a bullet roaming in his head

Rehired by society
To finish what they had begun
Released from prison
To indulge himself

Where to begin he did not know
But the voices told him where to go
A quest named vengeance
A quest for blood
no longer sinking in the mud

What was he supposed to do now?
He had boldly broken his vow
Only the final road remain
Guilty of murder
Put in restraint

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