Vengance
The time has comefor these decaying corpses to be buried.
In you soul they shall lie;
peacefully slumbering for an eternity.
The berating truth is the shovel,
and your cold heart, the cemetery.
The torture they've felt
shall now be your burden.
Pure dread,
no longer thought a facade.
Absolute pain,
no longer an imposition.
Retain all you wish,
all you possibly can,
for there is nothing
that can warrant escape
from the impending juggernaut.
A force of your own creation
it is you fault
and yours alone.
You will bear this in solitude,
unless to add more.
The time has come
for justice to be served.
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