A Rough, young rebel with his back turned to God,
Slung over his shoulder is a bullet-slinging rod.
The Rebel looks back upon a life of hate,
A life of envy, a life left too late.
His eyes burning fierily, he endures his final blow,
The Rebel is sent to live a life down below.
Rivers of lava and a toxic sky,
The young Rebel know that one day he will fly.
He will fly away from death and return to his home,