It all happened on the day
when the wall of silence
surrounded the soul of violence.
Pest-ridden pastel blocks,
we came in silence the two of us
to rid you all from your shame.
There is no redemption
without retention.
There was this need to redeem
for the recent tragedy.
Cowards!
Her life was worth more
than the two of you worth.
And then, I saw them.
The crook and the hooligan.
So, we approached them
with a simple question,
but the hooligan was being rude.
Wrong move!
Crook tried to run away,
I grabbed his neck
and execute a brutal sweep.
Got-ya!
There was no balance.
There was no equinox.
I was broken by that thought.
There comes the time,
to withstand the grief in your life,
to leave a tragedy behind,
and live.