Gun in my right hand,
Smouldering weed held between my left index and middle fingers,
Divinity I hide behind me,
I face the reality of revenge.
Revenge is sweet
Especially when you become the giver of mercy
And to forgive, becomes a choice to you.
But you won't be god forever,
It's a matter of one pulled trigger,
Then behind bars shall become a home until death does the parting.