Seven Times Seventy Seven

“Seven Times seventy Seven” Locked inside a room behind a wooden door; A young man is imprisoned there; who will be free no more. You can often hear him screaming; behind the walls so thick; And you may often hear the clicking, as at the lock he picks. He’s young and quite ill tempered; wearing vengeance like a badge; You can hear him yelling let me out; I can handle this he brags. It’s true when he was leader; very few would cross his path; But the other one who’s part of him; is offended by his wrath. So the thinker takes his chances; he’s prepared to mend his wounds; After all he has imprisoned; he who could bring doom.. He gives no weight to retributions; for he walks a narrow road; He must not be distracted; for his life is to be showed.