this war was started by your cannons aimed at my door now i'll be the judge, i'm prepared with my ***** to bury us six feet below the ground i'll make sure you never rise again
i'll be the hunter and you will be my prey and this time you will run for your life when i become a monster you always claimed i was till i leave every lingering memory of us in ruins
This poem is part of my "Ashes of Us" poetry series, which is about friendship betrayals.