Vengeance is mine. I will repay.

First man is innocent, second man guilty,
The first man is clean and the second man, filthy,
Mercy is given by the original, the sequel isn't equal,
He's fit for the prison cell, distilled evil.
But the second man is free, while the first serves sentence,
Living like hell, while the first contemplates vengeance,
But freedom doesn't come without pain,
Freedom doesn't come without the loss of great gain,
So the mind is strained as the first determines his game
To right all the wrongs that to him first came,
For he threw away faith during the thirteen ages,
Lived by the craving to give another man his wages.
Then the days arrived where it seemed as though his dreams would thrive,
And he reveled in the moments of his plan contrived.
It worked with precision, his complex vision,
To decimate the fool's gold, and fulfill his life's mission,
But in whose hands should be such a decision:
To make a man meet death in an eternal collision?
See, God would give him justice if he would listen with a heart's circumcision,
But the first took matters to himself,
And in the end, it seems he gained, but there was much wasted wealth.
And much wasted health, taking men's lives without fear,

You should never forget, son, that God is always near.
And even if you think you walk right,
Know this, even angels are not fit for His sight,
So if you claim to be walking in the light,
Be sure you do, and leave it to God to send back the night.