It was 1982 my father wound up dead. I dont know the demon who put a price upon his head. It was my mother who found him, his face she said looked serene. My father was a proud man, he was a bad *** marine. Some days I wonder who did this, he died before his time. The facts were also so unclear, the words just didn't rhyme. If I could give him his justice then I would make it known that I would invoke an eye for an eye with my heart as hard as stone. There is a punishment coming that Iv'e heard people tell. The wicked man that killed my father will suffer down in hell. Between heaven and hell theres a casym, I will go there every day, to watch the man who killed my father with the God who made him pay.