The Proposition

I sleep alone and lie awake at night

Ponder my wrongs, wonder what was right

Was given the word, the one I lived by

Was handed a sum without face, by my hand he would die

Need not act, never cared for forgivness

Ask only one, where to look in his eyes

Was given word to dish out somewhere

And hide the fact he would die with my guise

When I was done

Return for one more

To my neighbor

Kill his brother without a sense of remorse

So don't propose

This is your calling

Even Christ could not keep you alive

Then I return, back to my home

For them I do this

While they look at me as a noble

Was not an act, to me it was business

I never asked if it was even the score

The dual life, I kept all in me

Through the door, I would put it behind

Poor little eyes

I beg they won't see

A man's final breath

Or hear the cries as he begs for mercy

I won't propose

This is my calling

Even Christ could not keep me alive