Suicidal failure
Dim light showers the shapes of the cursed room,
Such a grim sight..like a baby just burst from a womb..
Within the night..unleashed demons still loom,concealed in the silence,
But the dim light blooms,just to reveal the violence..
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Crimson nails carve my story into the stained walls,
Childhood tales are chained to the halls of this forsaken place,
Drained my spirit crawls and pained it recalls the disgrace,
The disgrace of being abused and hurt by hellish teachers,
My thoughts were confused and inert because of those devilish creatures,
Bruised with blood on my shirt at the orphanage,i endured..
..Full of repressed demons inside..i cried..i died..
..eventually matured in an obscure life..denied of innocence,
Hence this immense hatred when my demons were revived..
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A medieval sword shivers in my hand as i sneak into the night,
Reward shall be delivered under the cloak of weak light,
Those evil hoards shall pay,blood shall be spilled tonight,
In the morning their bodies will decay,revenge shall shine bright.
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He goes in the office of the principle...There his principal and asistant were sleeping,the same two that abused him.
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Die,demons,die...
He cuts off the assistant's head while screaming,
Blood cascades on the floor,just as he've been dreaming,
In and instant jumps in the principal's bed heavily breathing,
And while he's heavenly pleeding for his life,
The blade shreds its chest..
..then leaves him bleeding with the blade inside to find his rest..
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"My past life was a suicidle failure",he wrote in that cursed room,
Now at last he's alive, just like a baby who burst from a womb..
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