I feel my rage explode,
Will unable to contain,
I grab the knife next to me,
I plan my strike back.
You mean nothing to me,
Don't you see?
You are figures with no purpose,
I no longer fear you.
I've killed so many,
Blood staining my dreams,
I laughed and rejoiced,
When I forced your last breaths!
You've done so much against me,
Its time I've made you see,
What you have to make up for,
And what you've made me.
I take this knife here,
You say your last spat of venom,
I plunge it deep in your core,
It serves you right!
Your blood flows freely,
I laugh at your pathetic mess,
You'll never understand this,
Until your long dead.
My rage burns hotly,
Unable to be quelled,
I've begun my new path,
I'll never stop now.
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