Vengeance

See the pistol, pick it up,

Stretch, relax, and hope for luck.

Spin the chamber, check the gun,

Test your aim and have some fun.

Carefully devise your plan,

Sitting under the ceiling fan.

Remember the pain, the rage, the hate

Now is not a time to debate.

Cast aside your thoughts and feelings,

Focus on your lethal dealings.

Grab the slugs and put them in,

It’s time to cleanse yourself of sin.

Holster the gun and leave the room,

You beautiful agent of imminent doom.

Walk through the alley, do not halt,

Travel across the gritty asphalt.

Go to the house and open the door,

Show your target what’s in store.

Say your line, unleash the emotion,

Then keep yourself calm in all the commotion.

Raise the revolver, aim, and fire,

Send that bastard to the funeral pyre.

Empty the pistol, lower the gun,

Turn away, then take off and run.

You can go now, your work is done.