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The Mechanic’s Punishment
Where Wrenches Become Weapons
Beneath the hood, where darkness dwells,
A skull of steel, a tale it tells-
Of wrenches wielded, justice served,
Of hands that fix what fate has curved.
Sockets glint like vengeful eyes,
A hammer’s promise never lies.
Each ratchet click, a warning sound:
Mess with the weak, and wrath is found.
The Punisher’s mark, forged in chrome,
A garage altar, justice’s home.
Grease-stained fists, resolve of stone-
This skull declares: you’re not alone.
For every bolt and battered part,
A vigil burns within his heart.
He rights the wrongs with tool and flame,
And leaves the guilty cursing his name.
So heed the skull, respect the trade-
Where justice and the craft are made.
For in the shop, by oil and light,
The Mechanic-Punisher stands for right.
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