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William Mowell

Rookie (02/23/1985 / West Palm Beach, FL)

The Punisher


I am the punisher
the man without fear
I am the man
Born from a tear

The wicked I hunt
The downtrodden I save
I am only a grunt
To this dangerous game

Souls I have set free
Some I've sent to hell
I get down on my knees
From grace I have fell

Those that have lost their way
Are not on my list
Those that to the evil pay
Will cease to exist

I kill only those
That are already dead
Living for the devil
To pay for their bread

Head this advice
If you sing the demons song
You will pay the price
This world you don't belong

Submitted: Thursday, December 13, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 30, 2011
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