Crimson-stained lips.
The muddy ground serves as a suitable shallow grave,
For those living in fear of others seeking carnage;
Drawing all my strength, from the deepest darkest well in my soul,
I seek what little justice for the twisted body,
That lies in the wet field.
A crushed head, bloodied,
Eyes staring into Nothingness,
In this life time or the next,
I shall turn this world inside out,
For you.
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