User:Shammiesgun/He Who was Betrayed?


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Do you hear that,

the sound of blood.

Dripping from thy axe,

like a rainy flood.

It looks familiar,

does it not?

I murdered four,

they all fought.

You hear that bell,

reminds me of school.

The one I taught,

sitting on a stool.

Why did you,

show me affection?

Why the flowers,

followed by rejection?

Did you love me,

but not that way?

It’s too late now,

to change the day.

There is no salvation,

for I am damned.

I must now finish,

what I demand.

Tilloa I’m sorry,

but it’s too late.

The anger I feel,

needs to hate.

Be a good lass,

and hold still.

My vengeance arrived,

time to shrill.