FRIENDLY REVENGE


 
It’s a hunger it’s a lust, I will continue to pursue until this soul becomes dust

I do not need nothing, zit, zero, zoom natda squart till I’ve found that which I’ve lost

Come to think about it, I never lost it; it was stolen from me, from a hand that I so trust

If I seek revenge on the thieves of my soul, I must punish those I trusted first

Beyond the songs I hear from the shadows and spirits of the undead

I hunger for the souls of those that would not die; the living and well feed

They are the thieves and the hands I sowed all my seeds in

They are the ones that walked with me, beside me and then behind me

Bloody ingrate, fools and shallow buggers of a kind

They think me weak because of my kindness, how sad

My friendliness with an enemy friend cost me my end

But an unscripted chapter has been written for my cause

To bring to an end this unending tale whose wish was to see me this dead

This is my hunger and my crave, my unfed appetite and my juggernaut size lust

To punish those friends whose only mission was success in my betrayal

To do them this last friendly favour for old times’ sake

To kill them softly with a friendly revenge for their sins against my burning soul from hell

I see you; living and laughing with joy, so enjoy as I bring you to an expected end… HELL!!!

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