Posts Tagged ‘revenge’

Up to No Good

January 17, 2014

cluster

You can call me paranoid
You can say I live for hate
When evildoers strike
It ain’t no time to debate
I’m gonna rain down some metal
When hoodlums congregate

They were up to no good
It’s my duty as a man
To protect my neighborhood
And do everything I can
I‘ve always understood
Sometimes a feller’s gotta fight
They were up to no good
That’s what gives me the right

Comes a time to make a stand
No matter what the cost
Things don’t always go as planned
Sometimes guiltless lives get lost
I try to do the best I can
It ain’t no cinch to be the boss

They were up to no good
It’s my duty as a man
To protect my neighborhood
And do everything I can
I‘ve always understood
Sometimes a feller’s gotta fight
They were up to no good
That’s what gives me the right

by Richard W. Bray

Let it Go

June 29, 2013

revenge

We’ve all been
Treated wrong
But it’s a sin
To pass it on

Revenge won’t make you whole
Revenge won’t cure your bloody soul
Let it go, let it go, let it go

You can snuggle
With your rage
Or you can try
To turn the page

Revenge won’t make you whole
Revenge won’t cure your bloody soul
Let it go, let it go, let it go

You can wallow
In the dirt
But you can’t fix
Hurt with hurt

Revenge won’t make you whole
Revenge won’t cure your bloody soul
Let it go, let it go, let it go

Hate causes
Heart disease
Release your anger
To the breeze

Revenge won’t make you whole
Revenge won’t cure your bloody soul
Let it go, let it go, let it go

Richard W. Bray

Righteous Retribution

June 14, 2012

What if life were simple
For all to understand?
What if we could settle things
By killing just one man?

What if crime and evil
Had a clear solution?
What if all it took were
Gallant executions?

Does he walk among us?
A man of grace and skill
Sent by God to tell us
Exactly whom to kill?

Deliver us from feeling
God grants us alone
Righteous retribution
Delivered on a drone.

by Richard W. Bray

Not Amused

July 8, 2011

Not Amused

Was not amused when you used
My shirt to wash your car
You left it thrashed, torn and trashed
An ugly ball of tar

Wasn’t pleased when you seized
My favorite possessions
I can’t believe the way you thieve
You need sophistication lessons

I’m not impressed how you guessed
And opened up my locker
You took the shorts I wear for sports
So I could not play soccer

I’m glad to say you soon will pay
It fills me with elation
I booked you a season with the French Foreign Legion
You really needed a vacation

by Richard W. Bray