"I saw him today, it was too surreal, this never happened I never thought it would..
Where was fate today, called in sick? it never should
Never should have happened, this abomination of destiny...
When a man meets his fathers killer, and greets him with intensity,
The sort you save for a cherished guest,
Or the riddance of a confounded pest,
Why do you ask? why should a man be put in this mess,
For it is expected of that man, to be in love with excess,
excess success, excess possessions,
enough to drown him, from the need of confessions.
He dream t of War and dream t of Peace,
Unvanquished victory, and the fighting would cease,
The looting of spoils for it is fair game,
But War and Peace to him were the same,
Same battle same enemy, not against orc or elf...
The War , The Peace were both with oneself..
The Spoils extravagant, the Satisfaction a plenty,
His wealth two folded, multiply it by twenty,
A Nimrod created to walk the earth,
An evil beast, destined from birth,
The same beast who loved and cared,
For his prized possessions which he always shared,
Cleansing the dirt he feels and no one sees,
His passion for Goodness, apparently would fill up streams,
Along the way, he made some friends, but always more enemies,
One would haunt him and rid the world of his felonies,
The One that would haunt him, always overlooked,
Expecting it to come from the owners of the Billions you took,
The Billions you took, looted and plundered..
Their cries in your heart, never really thundered,
But O what is Money next to The Soul of a man,
The Soul of a man, who did all he can,
All he can to live, and constantly provide,
for his Son was raised on principle and pride,
His Son has always sworn to bring you down,
And so he starts his journey to your town,
On a Dark Knight in the Hazy Shades of Winter he asks him about his Unfulfilled Dreams,
About Chances, first and second, for nothing is what it seems,
About your Choices, black or white, your lessons from the highway,
Do you regret you did things your way?
Dont you see the anger, the anguish your choices made?
Cant you see how much it cost? and the price to be paid?
A Lifetime of Parting, Crusaders will Raid?
Intruders meddling, they will always ask..
For Loving a brother instead of another is no easy task.
You chose yourself over your own brother,
You shamed yourself, You shame your mother,
How dare you kill him, what would be the excuse,
my dear dear uncle,they are of no use..
let your billions help you..let them help you squirm..
But beleive me O old one, in hell you will burn..
I vowed revenge from the day i knew..
But wouldnt that make me just as bad as You..."
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