Awoken

My blood is boiling
And my eyes are red.
I'm sorry for the fool
Who soon shall be dead.

For he awoken my rage
From its peaceful sleep.
And in return
He shall be buried 6 feet deep.

He made assumptions of me
And poisoned my name.
We soon shall see
Who's playin' games.

You think you can come test me?!
Ha! That's a laugh.
Your sorry little bones
I could break in half.

You tried to hrt me
But it was all in vain.
And you shall feel
What I call pain.

So you better run dear boy
Run for your life.
Cause I'm a-comin'
To take that life!




Poetry by Nightingale21
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Written on 2008-05-26 at 00:49

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