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I Am Vengeance
All I have seen and done
For the sake of those so loved
Put in a world of danger
Violence, my friends, is the answer
Before your last breath you'll see
The barrel of my gun
I will avenge all wrongs
I see under the sun
Blood shall spill for innocents
Wronged by those evil crimes
Vengeance is my own name
I'm the end of your time
In crimson waters
You will sleep
For sons and daughters
The boat man creeps
Bullets dipped in mourning tears
Gathered at funerals
Fallen loved ones entombed
A rainy burial
Mothers and fathers weeping
Over a broken child
Those guilty of this crime
Will rest in burning piles
In burning embers
You will rest
Those who remember
Are death's caress
Baptized in fire
And crimson stained
I am vengeance
Giver of graves
I am the slaughter
The bloody sword
I am vengeance
Taker of words
When you see me walking to
You will think on your sins
And see the branded skull
With the deathly grin
You have but a few moments
In those blankets of fog
Drop to your knees and pray
To make peace with your god
In an unmarked grave
You lay spent
In those final days
Of punishment
For the sake of those so loved
Put in a world of danger
Violence, my friends, is the answer
Before your last breath you'll see
The barrel of my gun
I will avenge all wrongs
I see under the sun
Blood shall spill for innocents
Wronged by those evil crimes
Vengeance is my own name
I'm the end of your time
In crimson waters
You will sleep
For sons and daughters
The boat man creeps
Bullets dipped in mourning tears
Gathered at funerals
Fallen loved ones entombed
A rainy burial
Mothers and fathers weeping
Over a broken child
Those guilty of this crime
Will rest in burning piles
In burning embers
You will rest
Those who remember
Are death's caress
Baptized in fire
And crimson stained
I am vengeance
Giver of graves
I am the slaughter
The bloody sword
I am vengeance
Taker of words
When you see me walking to
You will think on your sins
And see the branded skull
With the deathly grin
You have but a few moments
In those blankets of fog
Drop to your knees and pray
To make peace with your god
In an unmarked grave
You lay spent
In those final days
Of punishment
Published 30th Jan 2014
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30th Jan 2014 8:28am
This immediately reminded me of the PUNISHER ... I could see this as a voice over introducing a movie (if that makes sense) ... Cool piece!
31st Jan 2014 2:25am
30th Jan 2014 2:58pm
A vigilante...wow! I have always loved those types of stories. Good read HadesR.
31st Jan 2014 2:26am
