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| They had led me to my death, They had assumed I was something evil, unreal, Strange. They persecuted me. Chained me, Tortured me, Finally killed me. I won't go to Hades, I won't go to the firey lake. I won't let them beat me once again, I will rise up and take revenge on them, the ones who ridiculed me. My enemies. One by one, they shall suffer. The lights went out, I felt the rope around my neck as it tightened. The exocutioiner pulled the hatch. My body hung there, limp, dangling in the wind. I heard them laughing. A downpour and a gust of wind came, I rose up. One by one my enemies, the ones who mocked me, The ones who came to see me die, Ran. They ran for they knew my wrath. The wrath in which I took out on them. One by one they all suffered and died. The skies were dark. I became elevated in the air. I looked at the aftermath and I smiled. They doubted my strength, They taunted me. Whatever they thought I was, was true. The rain washed the blood from my hands. The water flooded the town. The bodies were washed away, Castaways. Victims of mine, and the seas. They tried to stop me. They were one of many. My wrath will live on until they stop persecuting me, torturing me, chaining me. -end (2000) |