Nice shot, vigilante

But is your justice true?

Or can you accept-

That even you

Don't love you?

So with all gone,

In dying hands do affect

These perilous dreams

I'd rather forget

To forge to the front-right

See the light shine on you

In you freezing apathy

The foe that you slew

But you are not happy

And you never shall be

The same they have taken from you

They have taken from me