Mr. Barker, Mr. Todd

Mr. Barker, you live so wonderfully
A home so joyed with a young family
Until a bright and sunny day
You were so unjustly ripped away

Pale as a ghost you've returned
You won't rest until they've burned
Wicked men laid waste to your life
And took you so far from your wife

With blade in hand you take vengeance
Their bloody deaths shall recompense
You hold in your hand your only friend
The tool by which their lives will end

And tis only fitting to feed them back
To the people who let them attack
Cut them up and slide them down
Bake and feed them to the town

So now you've completed your quest
Yet it's impossible now for you to rest
For with your blade you have slain
The one thing you all sought to gain

Mr. Todd you've truly lost it all
Onto your knees you will now fall
To be slain by your one true friend
How horribly ironic is your end?