Written by: Badmus Ridwan O

Retaliation must I take to the brim
Like red hot squash dripping from my cold heart
The flashback fills my face with a cruel beam
Like a goatee man in an archaic art
Delirium state sequels squalid motives
My military bayonet plunge deep
A soldier on a foe battering his heads
A sudden freckle of satiation read
Vengeance must I take to relieve my hate
Like a close buddy on a long voyage
Successful must I land before I'm late
To use my bazooka before old age
Here I am hovering like a bat through land
Searching for my brother's murderer to end