The Attemptt On One Of My Own Poem by Sweet Death

Death is wished onto those who harm one of my own. No remorse or regret will be felt the day they perish. Only happiness and praise will be experienced on that fateful day. And smiles will be worn everyday afterwards. The taste of blood will be felt and weighed on my tounge. I will savor every dropp and lose of their life force until it has vanished.

Pain will be a feeling that they will begin to call friend before it all ends. And even though they did not do a good job when trying to kill, I will not only complete the task they could not, I will not spill one single dropp of blood.

And forgiveness will have to be asked from God. I know that the sin I will committ will probably not be taken back, for I will enjoy every single second to the end. A monster I shall become, a monster because someone tried to shed my blood and the blood of my ancestors. And I do not take it lightly that someone tried to take the life of one of my people.