“It will be easy money!” That’s what they say.
Unfortunately false, to my dismay.
They don’t understand-
I’m the one with blood on my hands.
It’s like a game to them:
Queen takes the pawn.
Their lives go untouched by the Mayhem.
They sit on their golden thrones and yawn.
Regardless, it’s not my concern,
But the looks on my victims’ faces always burn.
The food that I put on my table, comes at a heavy price;
I am the wealthy man’s solution and his vice.
But maybe they deserve it?
Maybe they aren’t as innocent as I thought.
Yet, these lives on my conscious heavily sit.
Death and chaos these crazy men bought.