I see people come, I see people leave.
But i have the aces inside of my sleeve.

My ticket to freedom a way to destroy.
A pause from the pain for me to enjoy.

They call me a hero, a man of good deeds.
But my ways are something that everyone heeds.

A bringer of death, from the shadows i strike.
Upon those who do wrong and nobody like.

Cold steel through your throat, the shape of a blade.
One last look in my eyes and "A good deed" is made.




-Daniel Hammerin