Xiasheng Mafian

 
 
 
 
Dark Days Don't Die in his sinning soul....
Fearless Guy, wearing the Tie he stole....
Yes, his heart is cold, but his hands are Golden....
Yes, his days are sold, for all near pond can hold in....
 
You turn your life into Thriller, who do you want to avenge?
Are you just a psycho-killer? or do you really solely seek Revenge?
My Xiasheng Mafian?
 
 
 
With black suit and steps like Drums....
He's on his route, and here he comes....
 
From Ashes of Deadly Rain....
Gunpowder flashes behind hidden Pain....
Eyes burn behind his cynic smile....
Tides Turn, but stays the Bile....
My Xiasheng Mafian....
 
 
 
Lost child filled with Dread, only survivour of the affair....
Karma might be Dead, but she's still so unfair....
 
Kid, Drop your toy, Wolf is Big and Bad....
Innocent boy, Just Lost his dad....
 
Single bullet made man mute, now he'll never see the Sun....
You sure can shoot, but can you run?
My Xiasheng Mafian?
 
 
 
You had your revenge now. His corpse is hid in Faeces...
But do you still remember how? to pick up the pieces?
To escape The consequences, of your killing syndrome?
Will you find your finest sences, and go back home?
 
Remember what the man said, before his blood stopped to seethe?
Well Sometimes we ARE allready dead, Even before we seize to Breathe...
Remember that my Xiasheng Mafian...
 
 
 
And here she comes! The Crimson Lady, made from sharpest blades...
Eco of her voice turns vision shady, while hope silently fades....
She wants the killer of her brother, of the man who killed your wife!
Now she wishes nothing other, than to take your bloody life!
 
But have no fear my frantic friend, as you only live to fight...
Do you feel the smell of upcoming End? Closer comes the Claret light!
For you my Xiasheng Mafian...
 
 
 
Soon Soon Soon! Gunfire behind your doors!
Close comes the noon! one of the bullets is yours!
Her men surrounded your mansion, and she comes in!
Even MY Lungs stop their expansion! When your time runned thin...
She freed you from the voice, running through your head...
The sound of your wifes rejoice, once lost in all the Red...
 
My Poor Xiasheng Mafian...
 
 
 
Burried withouth a stone, in his own graveyard of thick water...
Where neither Dead moan, for this despicable rotter...
This Gentleman and Great husband, who wanted to pour blood...
To take the killers life, for which he himself now lays in mud...
 
Were you the hero, do you rest in heaven? or were you the Villain, who burns in hell?
Your lucky number might be Seven! But only four times rings the bell...
My Xiashen Mafian...
 
 
 
Your infamous name fades into the Void of Vain...
Your flame burned out, While God Danced in Rain...
 
And On the shore of pond holding your body...
Absent of sore, dressed utterly gaudy...
With his croaking rife Raven sings in black...
"Look! Life for life! the cost of payback!
You used to Laugh! But wheRe is now youR BReath?
Do you see the Dove? DeaR Don Deah!"
 
 
Do you.... my husband mafian?
 
 
 
 
Note: There is the age of the guy when he died hidden in the poem, i wonder if you can discover it.