Scratching to surface,
God I knows it's worth it.
Fuck the demons of the past,
I got some bullets with a purpose.
No one can detest,
The monster of vengeance.
And oh boy have I got some to deal,
Fear the 7th seal.
For I'll ride in,
On a fog of black.
With nothing but rage,
And the ability to ransack.
Angels of heaven,
Cower in fear.
Demons hell,
Try your luck with me.
Any man left before me,
Get on your knees.
My vengeance knows no bounds,
And it's everyone's day of reckoning.
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Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
