The rain describes me standing with a gun loaded with one bullet
A redemption to fulfill the last oath at will
After the blood of criminals spread upon my surroundings
It still shows the last moment i am with my family
Every shot of my gun fired was every ache of my heart unleashed
Must i show mercy on them, after not showing it to others?
Is it selfishness to say that I am here only for myself?
While deep inside i cry for every last picture of my family
Now I stand with the gun of justice on my hand
I stand with a bullet of my nemesis kept
A bullet made by my children,
A bullet for my wife beloved...
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