The Wrath of Death

Bullet riddled car 

No one could survive such violence

Especially the cowards who decided

That his life needed to be taken

But he didn't die

He lives and isn't going anywhere

For he inspires a movement against those

Who thought they could end his life

When you attempt to murder someone 

There is wrath in the blood you spilled

That blood seeps into the earth

And into the hearts, minds, and actions through the feet

Of the people who loved and cared about him

That wrath is realized in your violent death

The pain felt by his family and friends

The tears shed

Reign down upon the heads of your loved ones

So you can run and hide and brag and boast

The hate incensed rage you felt for him

That caused you to try and leave his daughter fatherless

The cowardice you displayed

That almost left his mother without a son

Will be overcame with a bravery 

That will deny you breath 

For he can't die

He will haunt your every move

And then the wrath of death will befall you