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[aid] => mick
[title] => This Revenge Just Might Run Red...
[time] => 2009-02-03 00:11:41
[hometext] => This is all very true. This is a decision currently being made. A story of a friend. I did not spend much time on this, maybe refine it in the future. But I do feel like expressing this right now, hence me posting it.
[bodytext] => Revenge A silk rope lined with razor blades Their physical needs Is what brought them to their knees A fierce monster now trapped in a cage Like a tiny bird His calls never left her His calls overwhelmed her Hate laced his every word It was a plot He whispered to his friends He told them to, "Get her!" As he perched on his tiny swing Inside his tiny cage She cowered at his threats Disgust is the poison upon these lips Take one taste and you can never forget It was a hunt They were the party She was the hunted Beware Lions on the prowl tonight Children, sleep with your teddy bears next to your heart.. Innocent lives have been hurt Those who stood in their way Shot down Defeated Raped She was found They found her Took her in iron grips Let's bring on the circus! Forcefully she is made a fool of Shamefully she can't win this fight They got her They got her again Those *******'s Shock waves of anger Running through my veins Or is it just a chill? A knife to the gut Give her a break! Don't look now, but Our own revenge is coming over The choice is hers Life or death? Their lives dangle at the end of a thread One phone call away... These streets could be crimson tonight... The questions she must answer... Dreadful at all angles Could you live with blood stained hands? Could you live with their constant torture? Could you live with them at your doorstep? Could you live.... Would they let you survive? Now their own blood could be shed The heart inside me wants to murder them cold The human inside me wants to let them live Even with their sins Though the choice is hers What will she choose? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 6 [informant] => razorbladekisses [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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