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REVENGE


At first I didn't see you 

When I walked into the place

But then I heard you laugh

And saw your ugly face

 

You didn't recognize me

Forgot your night of fun

I forgot nothing 

I went and got my gun

 

I walked up behind you

Put the barrel to your head

I made you say her name

Before I shot you dead

 

I sat down at a table

And took one last drink

Looked at your brains on the wall

Surprised they were so pink

 

When the cops got there

I put the barrel to my chin

And when I pulled the trigger

I was with her once again

 

          THE END

 

 

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THE CROW

HELLO. I think that poetry should rhyme. If it doesn't rhyme, it's just talk. Poetry should be a celebration not a conversation. - The Crow

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TamingOfSeaWolves
<p>this poem tells a vengeful story with a baseline &nbsp;before embarking on a journey of revenge, dig two graves</p>

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