I dig your grave

Against the true evil
Of this land
Tonight
I make my stand

Pitch black is this night
No moon in the sky
The final round of this fight
Your life’s goodbye

I think of what you’ve done
And I’ve become
I will not forgive
The punishment has begun

I will not live
In the same world with you
So this
I must do

Nothing is coming
Which you did not earn
Now I send you to hell
Your soul to burn

You’ve caused this
My hate
All finally ends
On this date

Your lies and manipulation
Will not save
For tonight
I dig your grave

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minakshi.balasubramaniam
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Steven, I just HAVE to tell you – I found this so strong, forceful, full of despise and also some revulsion But beautiful- especially when read aloud. Quite theatrical too. Would make such a wonderful monologue in a script.

mspoetress
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Good work. I pictured a gun Salinger saving the honor of his now dead wife.

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