Battle of the Will...

A steeled arm reaches, to stay the hand

I'll not be part of this justice brand

Blue metal gauntlet, has a vice-like grip

Nay, not I... not on this trip

         ~Killer~

We can't agree, much as we yearn

I say Sir Gee... has lots to learn

How many scars, does your face bear

From not taking the shot... really, I swear

Violence is candy, you want it or don't

I do it easy, I think you won't

Sir Knight, I think... you are not like me

Killing... I like it, that's the way it should be

Diplomats, leave openings wide

I can't work with you it's a matter of pride

I still strive for justice, but my way is best

Not giving evil, the space to rest

I will strike first, don't give them a chance

You have to have... room for the dance

You pirouette, you samba, give them the inch

I'm not a Santa... I'm more like the Grinch

I strike with hot iron, mow them all down

You waltz with the buggers, ne'er wearing a frown

How can you smile, as your death they plot?

I war with bold purpose, give all I've got

                   ~ Sir Gee~

A killer like you, doesn't give chances

No time for the story, no time for romances

Splashes of blood, guts hanging out

The goriest deaths is what you're about

I look for the good, I see it too

I'm not crazy.  I'm not like you

Hacking and slashing, through life's lonely way

You need to have carnage, in every day

                   ~ Killer~

Better they die, their dirty souls stink

I'm not for mercy, you see by my ink

                  ~Sir Gee~

Sweet, tender mercy, I’ll not give it up

There’s no sweeter liquor, than from that cup

Be gracious, be kind.  In power no glory

If not tendered with love, it’s the end of the story

~Killer~

In the end your mistake, will be to trust too damn much

When you bare your heart... for them to touch