panthera-lee

A Lament for Clay Morrow From battlefields of Vietnam To streets and highways of his homeland Clay Morrow fought For freedom, family, for glory. Bloodthirsty Clay He did not know Of any other way. Another brawl, another fight Another wound, which turned to scar; But Clay ignored the pain, Except of the betrayal Of those who he loved the most His brotherhood, his darling Gemma His heart was broken His soul was crushed Clay suffered lonely Heartbroken, wounded, and betrayed For all his sins he had to die Without forgiveness, without mercy Just like roadkill.