Three requests,
As you saved the life of me,
For you can see
the end to three
Those that have done you
wrong.

For any matter
Be it of
love,
Jealousy,
Disrespect,
Or for those
That need not to
Be breathing any more.

Names of those
That you would wish gone,
They will be here,
But the next day
They will be gone.

No questions needed,
None should be asked,
Asking questions
Are those things
That make those requests
Come  and bite one back.

Then they will be
The ones missed and
Then gone.

You have a request,
It will be done,
But once these are used
My debt is done.
Do not look,
Do not do it out of greed,
What is not owed after
What is done.

I may turn the hunt
On those that were owed,
Never to be spoken,
Never to be wrote,
Just know
That when it is done,
The debt is over,
And those three
Will be
Bones
Or
Dust.