I took the gun aiming and shot him there
Tuning out subconscious, feelings retreat
As the cold wind awoke; anew with flare
Souls of Sheol lead him into the heat
Regret is not something of which I felt
Justice was served and rightly so; (in tune)
With the wyrd, it incredibly was dealt
His fate predetermined, written in rune
Heed to this caveat sapientially
Struck down the bullet; twofold in dread
Logistics come about intentionally
Through foolish actions he now joins the dead
Enroll this blunders and amend reason
For satan makes pets of those who treason
- Joe Summers
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