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The Punisher
Hes begining to snap
He wants to punish
He needs the pain
He needs the blood He grabes the bottle and tryes to drink his regrets away
But squeezes to tight and it shatters in his hand
His blood drips down
His anger bilds up
A tear falls down
His blood continues to drip to the ground
He screams so loud
His walls are finally down
He sees the haunting memories and begs for them to cease
He begins to cry more and more
He wants them to come back through the door
But the can not beacuse they are dead
HE watched them die
All the time wondering why
He wants to punish
He needs the pain
He needs the blood He grabes the bottle and tryes to drink his regrets away
But squeezes to tight and it shatters in his hand
His blood drips down
His anger bilds up
A tear falls down
His blood continues to drip to the ground
He screams so loud
His walls are finally down
He sees the haunting memories and begs for them to cease
He begins to cry more and more
He wants them to come back through the door
But the can not beacuse they are dead
HE watched them die
All the time wondering why
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