You have a twisted sense of justice
To avenge?
More like revenge
You will never lie in solace

Your emotions are a mess
You can't get them under control
You will never confess
How they are taking on you, their toll

Your anger comes from melancholy
The miserable sadness and pain
Yet you act out of sheer folly
Nothing in the end you'll gain

No matter if you succeed
If you kill or defeat
It will still be sin, your "justful" creed
Life will, in the end, still mean nothing