THE UNFORGIVEN
Without honor is your code.
A tale of death told by already dead men.
Cruel of heart,
Thieves in the night,
Treacherous and proud,
Traitors to the word friend,
Cowards who torture helpless women
To show their noble courage
And who trample under their arrogant feet
All that is decent and good.
O sentinels of death,
Damnation is the only end
Of the evil fable you pursue,
For when Nature swings her eternal scythe
And demands even from you every man’s
Just and final due,
The maggots will vomit up your unholy flesh
As they devour you too.