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Determined he left home
Not alone, but with that bloody hoe
Which had taken the life of the farmer son
Who had wronged this unforgiven soul
And didn't live to tell the tale in this sun

The next target is the new neighbour next door
Who didn't know a devil lived across the lawn
She thought they were one, thought they had love,
Who would tell her, she would still see her God
For not knowing, but had done wrong
To this heart that never forgave cos He's the devil's son
Like a sadist, he walks through her door
from afar, i can only but watch
Her screams, i hear make my blood run
Now he's out, all clothed in blood
The deed already far done
With tears my eye catch the devil's pry
. . . . . . Oh my God! i hope am not the next in line

lets write a rhymed poem portraying revenge, vengance or what have you
in any narrative technique ie (first person, third person, omniscient )
make it bloody

heres mine

Am back in your life
Determined to take your slutty wife
With a gun, acid or bloody knife
Just the way the love started
When she was my boo
the way it sure ended
When she turned over to you
Now nothing shall end this appetizing pressure
But to feel those cold hearts under the seizure
Of my hands, giving me then the only pleasure
I need to appease this sensation
Of vengance, revenge and sweet temptation



lets see yours