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[aid] => mick
[title] => Revenge Part II
[time] => 2007-06-07 12:25:08
[hometext] => Part two of a series of poems that I am basing my new book on, the story of a man that faces his destiny head on. Enjoy.
[bodytext] => For three days I have walked toward my destiny, to meet it head on Only four days have passed since my body was resurrected and my purpose in this world was made clear to me That purpose was to be an angel of death, a harbinger of doom and destruction As I sat in the deep forest after my body was revived, I came to realize that it was my turn to cause pain, to cause misery I would exact my revenge on the people who had caused me harm When I began my accursed journey, a voice called out to me, telling me that the power that I had been given would come with the greatest of prices: my soul I asked the voice what it would mean if I accepted this bargain The voice told me that my soul would suffer for eternity in the hell that would be reserved especially for me For an entire day I weighed the consequences that had been laid before me In the end, my decision was made I accepted the gift of power that I was offered The sky darkened and the sound of thunder wreaked havoc on my hearing A bright flash in the sky, magenta in color, struck me and electricity ran from the top of my head to the tip of my toes I was rocketed back two hundred feet, my body bashed against a tall oak tree, pain coursing throughout my entire body The powerful electric strike ceased and I fell away from the tree, my muscles twitch in the wake of the lightning I open my eyes, expecting the searing pain, waiting patiently for the ungodly agony to assault my broken body Yet the pain never came, instead I felt a sensation that I had not felt in years, I felt alive For years my senses had been deadened from the years of psychological and physical abuse, chemical and sexual dependency But the feeling that shined the brightest from the pit of shame that I had dug around my self, was anger The feeling that had accompanied me throughout my life, my constant companion, had taken over and destroyed all of my other emotions, leaving me sitting in the dirt I stood upon legs that felt like they were encased in iron, a strange weariness vying for position against the anger surging through my system I willed the weariness away with a wave of anger; I would not have the feeling of weakness that the tiredness brought with it take control Along with the strength that I had received, my purpose was made clear to me I placed one foot in front of the other, the iron weight falling away, my legs now feeling as if they were made of feathers Step by step, the determination builds, lighting a fire inside of my soul, the anger rising, building the world’s funeral pyre on which I will sacrifice all of mankind As all of these thoughts passed through my brain, a glint of sorrow breached the armor of anger around my body Who was I to judge the world and lay claim to being its executioner, the one who condemns the world and tries it for its hedonistic crimes I am no better than anyone else who walks across the earth I remember my Sunday school classes and the teacher telling us that it is not our place to judge, but God’s But then I remember that every time I prayed for help form God, I received nothing but pain and anguish Religion meant nothing to me and I despised anyone foolish enough to follow it blindly and not ask questions The anger began to burn through my veins and clouded my vision I lost myself inside of my anger and blacked out, losing all contact with the world around me When I finally opened my eyes again it was night, I had lost myself for hours My eyes scanned my surroundings Blackened bodies littered the square of a small mountain town, fires burned uncontrollably, ripping through the small community like the four horsemen of the apocalypse Men, women, and children alike lay scattered haphazardly in the cobblestone streets, as if they had been trying to flee the town with their lives intact Hardly anyone had made it to the entrance of the town alive, the few that still had life left in their broken bodies looked at me with unimaginable fear in their eyes I knew that I should have felt regret or sorrow for the plight that I had laid bare at their feet, but, yet again, the only thing that ran through my soul was the anger If I had any humanity left in me before I had entered this place, it was lost now I started to walk away form the scene of the carnage, the sounds of sobs and gasps of fear pounded themselves inside of my head as I walked past the people who were still alive, trying to get through to me that what I had done was evil and wrong I pushed aside the little voice of what conscience I had left with a flash of the anger that was still building inside of me I walked back out into the wilderness, toward the capital city, the hate inside of me once again straining to release it’s self When I reached the city, I would force that anger and hate from my body in a raging inferno that would consume the world A smile broke across my face in anticipation of that day The day that my destiny would come true and I would fulfill the dream of destroying the world [comments] => 2 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 13 [informant] => trackiller2006 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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