I just felt someone walk over my grave
Five are preparing to die
One by one at the end of a gun
Hailfire waves them goodbye
Persuasion, my strong point
Explode at the end
Ensuring I make no mistake
Hammering steam blast
So gracefully churned
Lips quiver molten
And melt from their face
Five dead witnesses
Contorted with pain
I know the rules of this killing game