Sweat, blood, and tears fall,
Onto the stained ground.
Suffering is delivered with slow,
Cuts and burns.
Death is on my call,
For there are enemies around.
My hate will show,
In the pain each one earns.
Hating life and peace
Leaves me wanting love,
And acceptance.
Blood will be shed,
In my revenge.
Like a lease,
For a small shove,
Of rememberance.
My enemies are bled,
From the hurt I avenge.
My life has been full of pain,
Hate, lonliness, and sorrow.
I care,
But get shoved away.
Is there anything to gain,
In life or even for tomorrow?
Is my love good enough to share?
I want those to pay,
In pain and blood,
Those who have hurt me.
I try to love and share,
But it scares me.
I fear to be alone.
My mind is a flood,
Of death I see.
I see pain as unfair,
But also as the clear,
Truth that wants to be shone.
This is how I see things.
The death will be full of pain
I will show no mercy.
The bell rings,
For the end of time.
To show mercy,
Is to be weak.
And time,
For love is all I seek.
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