Re-vengeance

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Gothic

WARNING: THIS WORK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE.  IF THIS OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS.



Anger.

Grief.

Depression.

MY F**KING OBSESSION.



Kill to live

its madness

Falling from the sky



And to be and end all to see

I can't go on to live free

I just can't



Live your life so very well

While I'm rotting in my hell

You have 19 of ever 20

Leaving only 1 for me...



Your tower looms across the sky

while mine is just a humble arch

that sits atop a lonely hill,

and kill to thrill and hear me shrill

as I break these chains and end my pains

and take what is rightly mine...



I'll chase you from the barren plain

and fight you for your endless reign

murder for vengeance and mercy for death

reaper needs a tic tac, you can smell his awfull breath

life unwinding like a spool, lets get this over with...



Start running

Cuz I'm coming

nothing can save your filthy rich a**

I've got you sighted in my scope

THIS IS VENGEANCE.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Well, think about this: you could walk down the streets of any town, and see homeless people that live on the streets.  You could also see a rich buisnessman who could care less about buying them ONE MEASLY loaf of bread.  That's really sad people.  Just sad.

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Allie Dawn's picture

wow justin this is amazing i love this poem this is outragously wonderful just like you and only you could write something this perfect.

love,
allie