The Past Is The Present

I clutch this weapon of retribution in my waking hands

Its metal slugs do damage to homes in far-away lands

And yet I gaze in awe towards these crossing streets

In intrigue and fear do I behold this feat



And yet in the alleys my crimson gaze sees the world so sour

Oe'r cliffs and beyond skyscrapers do I wreck my terrible power

And still I seek respite from this modern world

Of vehicles, businesses and technology... their redundance to me unfurled



And yet my targets, they still remain the same

Dwindling like clouds above, lingering on in name

And traitors to my creed, the see no sympathy

Dawning in relevance, do they see truth... in me



My justice is swift... my hand is bold

Gathering in legions never before told...

And even still, you can hear my whispers from afar

For my name is that of vengeance... I am Zendar