I find I'm growing far too weak
To stop and turn the other cheek
A murdered friend lies rotting in a drawer
Vengeance is tightening at my throat
Sawn off and full length overcoat
The uniform I keep for going to war
I'm coming killer me and you
Are gonna see this story through
Your rats are leaping from the sinking ship
Your back's exposed but you won't die
Until I look you lin the eye
And terror has you firmly in it's grip
Of course I'll take my pound of flesh
Your average standard torture sesh
Removing any sense of what was you
A life was took a corpse was dropped
Your cherry well and truly popped
For me this shit is anything but new
I'm here assassin time to dance
You'll need more than a fighting chance
My boundless wrath brings death for you to face
They'll sing a hymn from the good book
The spirit of the life you took
Is waiting at your final resting place
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Author:
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A controlled but angry, threatening poem of vengeance and reprisal. It speaks powerfully and coldly. Nicely written
A well written with controlled anger detailing the reasons why vengeance will be delivered, a little cold and haunting in its feel, it gets its message across, nicely done
The poem explores themes of vengeance, loss, and the psychological turmoil that accompanies grief and the desire for retribution. The poet expresses a deep emotional struggle as they grapple with the murder of a friend, leading them to seek justice through violent means.
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