What would I do?

If I had any clue?

What if I had done this?

If I hit and miss?

Why was I shot?

And left to rot?

Lying on the ground

Spilling blood all around

What could I have done?

If I had the gun?

Would I shoot?

Or just die a brute?

When I had died

I had cried

I had cried tears of joy

As I have completed my ploy

When I had my revenge

I had tried to avenge

My fallen brother

Who died from another

When I have my gained my claim

I will have my aim

Down the sight

Without a fright

I have been revived

And after I arrived

I have died

And again I cried

I have died on a street

When a sheep made a bleat

I have croaked

For the final time I choked