Way of life

I do what I feel is right,
Killing in the night,
Living from fight to fight,
Cause of many a plight,

My heart of steel is jet black,
Care is what I lack,
There’s no turning back,
My mind’s about to crack,

Fury equitable to Hell,
I use it very well,
Angering me doesn’t bode well,
Only with killing will quell,

I love to loot and steal,
And with the devil I deal,
Causing the innocent to squeal,
From the pain they’re forced to feel

If there’s a hell I haven’t a prayer,
They’re saving me a chair,
And less I couldn’t care,
Because I’ll see you there.