An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,

nothing to win, yet nothing to lose

One man seeks vengeance, his past dies hard

His time is up, no wild card

No second chances, no new life,

He waits and he fears for a sign of death's scyth

No second chance, the dealing is done

he can only pray, this hand he has won,

No such chance, his fate is sealed

He just can't handle the hand he was dealed,

In his last instant he wishes to fold,

but it is too late

the trigger is pulled
 
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