Turnaround Is Fair Play
The maniacal genius, with crimes, his intent
Used for a weapon a bag of cement
He threw it from, the skyscraper high
Where innocents didn’t see it fall from the sky
He said that the sacrifices had to be made
For many a man he had to kill to be saved
But what of this fool that knew not what’s true
He missed everyone and he got what was due
For now in a prison yard breaking the stone
He’s making cement, for purpose, not his own
At night in his bunk, the lights dim, a twitch
He new what was coming as he became someone’s…
Payback is one too…
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