Gangster of Love

I am the last of my kind,
The remnant of a dying people.
If you look back you will find
         That we are a race that fell to the hordes of evil.

The land was ours, conquered with love.
Then came the curse
                                 From
                                 Above
That drove us to our hearse.

I hunt what little is left
To stay alive
And share it with the holy land
So it may survive.

All my efforts
Proved for naught
When mother earth
Began to rot.

I am
                                                       Alone
With my inner demons
And as such I stand;
The enduring offspring
Of this once-loved land.

                               A burdened life.
                               A
                               rewarding death.