don't lament the bridges you choose to burn,

nor the trolls that live and perish under those bridges as it collapses upon them and suffocates the life from them!

let their skin melt from their bone and ooze into the soil

allow their eyes to absorb the hell that they have earned to die in

don't lament their blood curdling screams,
but rather,
enjoy them

they are screams from cowards

perpetrators, predators that now try holding a victim card

they are sheep once dressed as lions

but now we can all see them for what they really are as they beg for mercy from my cold stare

burn them bridges without a care and never regret,
never look back... ..

except,

except...

to fancy your handy work and spit upon the coward's corpses beneath your feet
and to,

pick up your gasoline and matches for the next bridge