She is an atlas
her eyes deepest
and darkest Africa

Unfolded I hold her
tracing the source
of her diamonds and gold

In search of the motherload.

Oh Lord, grant me the gift of retribution
Let my determination stay the course
Before the day of their absolution

Oh Lord, help me before my final inhalation
For my enemies I feel no remorse
Oh Lord, grant me the gift of retribution

Oh Lord, I ask not for salvation
My adversaries I shall unhorse
Before the day of their absolution

Oh Lord, for my foes the final execution
Eye for an eye, take their life by force
Oh Lord, grant me the gift of retribution

Oh Lord, protect me from retaliation
Sacrifice and prayers my only recourse
Before the day of their absolution

Lost humanity, I have no reservation
For the reprisal I shall endorse
Oh Lord, grant me the gift of retribution
Before the day of their absolution

She tells me how much she hates when I run off like this.
I can barely hear her words, mind racing, as my hand grips the blade in my fist.

She will never understand the language of vengeance and fury.
Leaping out of the window I hit the streets in a hurry.

A conscious man would gather his thoughts and plan first.
But I'm drifting in a dream of retribution and bloodthirst.

If I die
turned hard and cold
not given a chance to grow so old
Bury me not
six feet down the ground
For I won't hear
no susurrus
no sound

If I die
pale and lifeless,
no more failing
on life's test
Burn me not to ashes,
I'll leave no trace
Keep me in mind
not in a vase

If I die
lying in my coffin
a candle lit night
a lot of people staring,
cry for me
but not for long
Be firm as my body
Be that strong

If I die
and years have passed
forget me not
please not that fast.
Remember
my name
and who I've been
Let me die
but not forgotten.