Vengeance is a quest One that's pure and justifiable Irrespective of the means, no matter how rough. Nothing is more demeaning than asking self, who Am I? But then again it occurs to me, I'm Eric Ng'ang'a, a saint in my own making. My weakness was love, for I let my guard down when I allowed my piety to a woman, determine my course. Betrayal. I feel like am going rogue, or, am I? This would be my suicide note, So fear the hanged man, For he's dead already, And the man with nothing to lose is the one you put your money on in a bar fight. But his words, My younger self, linger and scream like banshees in my head, Son, There's Beauty in the courage of a fragile fighter. So I hold on tight, Hold it together, before I embrace going G.I Joe.