In Hell

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    In Hell

    Bitter sweet vengance roles down your flesh.
    Pools gather around your feet.
    Blood warms my hands.
    Tears fill my eyes.
    Look at what youve made me.
    A murder and monster.
    No longer a defender i have taken a life in cold blood.
    Set that nasty soul free of this world.
    We will all be better with out you in it.
    I have gained respect from your victoms.
    And all in all i feel free and at peace.
    My choice will be looked opon with greatness.
    And all i had to do was fucking kill you.
    Very nice if you ask me.
    I get to see your blood spill and get to be a hero all at once.
    Your garve will not be a pleace people gatther to morn you.
    They will come to spit in your face.
    And drink to the thought that you are not of the liveing.
    Have a nice life while you stuck there in HELL!

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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