Death Before Dishonor

Who can defend the calvary with honor
Standing tall in the face of death
Fulfilling missions of goons
Until he takes his last breath

A bonafide soldier with agony
Set deep in the marrow of his bones
Pumping hate into his heart
That requires him to be alone

His mental tarnished
His soul lost
Being the pride of the jungle
Comes at a cost

Undesignated by thought
His temper always promoted violence
Then came an abrupt shot
And forever he was silent