In angst I cried for the truth known
Your havel that punishes crime, thus prevents.
It is my hope you Snatched away
The crime of your injudicious power
Moulded with insensitivity and insensiblity
I shall give my inanimate body a soul,
Thus vindicate myself from blue
I shall seek my revenge
Thus I promise the church bell ought- to ring
Embrace the pain I have prepared for you
Should I impale your head for exhibition or standby in silence watch you take your last breath
But wait, No not again, for the mercy u lack that i possess.
For your very existence vex me
I shall not be you .
Not one more judgment shall be wrong
Yet the Unshakable insatiable desire for revenge still remains strong.
I shall cause pestilence to your immortal vanity spilling torment to your hallucinations
And thus, wreak my vengeance in epitome.
By hima jomon