Faced moments of desolation
For enrollment of veneration

Tradgic times stared him right in the face
It didn't kick in.. But his sites were displaced
These sickenin views couldn't really be real?
Thought on it.. He remained completely still
Summits of punishment are now taking effect
How long will it be till they making it reflect?
Nothin would protect him from whats coming
They'd do worse to him if he started running
So he stood..Pulled down his hood.. Waited
He had split decisions.. Now never debated
What he stated..his actions was going to do
Made his choice..Now the people were through
Fret wasn't subdued.. So they left him to be
It was only now did he rapidly grow insanity
He was left in amity..But his freinds had died
Quickly realised.. That he felt guilty of living
But even now conflicting wasn't inflicting him
He pointed the gun at his head.. so steadily
The bolf bright blood was really dripping dim
He was always well prepared.. died readily