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Vengeance is not my jurisdiction.

So let me escape your shadow once and for all,

and please,

let me go---for good. Energetically.
Celebrate your triumph while you still can, b.
Persephone Dec 2021
Someday I will bring this world to its knees for everything that it has done to me.
And while it begs for my forgiveness, I will simply watch as it trembles at the echos of my laugh
Trefild Mar 2021
like an assassin equipped with poison darts
a tπ—œme-killer's at it, in biz. with toxic bars
addressed to an outfit of office cats
knoπ—ͺn 𝗔s "Electro𝗑ic Ar𝗧s"
at the time it was found
a certain game of thine is shut down
like a chipmunk, I went nuts
as, for keeps, I'd lost 𝗠𝗬 𝗖𝗔π—₯𝗦 (lost)
styling which, several hours were spent
thanks for all the time wasted
don't even have screen captures of them
awesome, amazing!
β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”
when it comes to discussions like games get
human noggins go crazy
it's not them themselves are factors to blame on
it's, among things not mentioned, such situations
β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”
now getting π—•π—”π—–π—ž
to those rπ—˜sponsible for that scoundrelly act
and probably not giπ—©π—œng an ounce of a f#ck
π—Ÿike a tire drifting down a speed track
[attire]
it's gon' get smoky & hot
barbecue; so go hit a dog & bone & ring up
[heat]
a local smoke eaters squad
'kin to "Rebel", I scream f#ck the suits
[keen; ice cream]
like somebody chosen to opt
for a punk-like look
and I serve lines as though in a shop
𝗔ppetite to hunt unful–
–fiπ—Ÿπ—Ÿed; you're in it to make bread like *******s
[field]
but don't be swift to get laid-back, don't chill
akπ—œn to potatoes & sh#t
like th𝗔t, better maintain your eyes peeled
better still is beating a hasty retreat
siπ—‘π—–π—˜ in the same f#cking field
I am; the Creeper, in it to prey like a priest
[sins; pray]
as if you were ****** in religion (horse?)
I'm speeding your way like a whip (vroom vroom)
in other words, you're in for some moll-treatment
(foursome? what foursome?)
for you're being a game in this b#tch
which, in turn, is the reason I'm playing a bit (with words)
to say it in brief, you're simply collation to get
let me add a medieval taste to this sh#t
[evil]
arranging it akin to the H & the G
[a range]
not "H" & "G" as in hunter & game, though
"H" & "G" as in Hansel & Gretel
i.e. with you getting ablaze like a witch
with this one, might be given a place in a list
of ones given to making it lit
in the middle of taking a trip, the freighter's equipped
fit sim. to babes in dance clips
the cargo's like a *******
because it's gon' go down on you
a kind of mood to bust a roof
of the "Arts" HQ; an armored loot
box, large & toom, perhaps, will do
then drop on you a multitude
of flasks produced from glass & full
of gas, then put a match to use
like pirate dudes, I spark the fuse
the falcon shoots, the target's doomed
dead in the water, so a possible res–pond from you (pond)
is nothing short of garbage-good (dead in the water)
[lyrical waters]
these bars being by the side of you are like balloons
within a reach of clowns
in other words, you might get it twisted now
but it's time for you to find a new **** job in view
of the lines above because it looks
like IΜ²'ve zilch short of fired you
which explains why IΜ² feel like a boss 'kin to
a vehicle used bYΜ² whelps to get brought to school (bus)
exorcism bout
as it's like getting demons out (get it?)
guess you, EA, have already figured out
what game my pen is steamed about
it's "NFS: W"
better late
than never, eh?

"special thanks to "Electronic Hearts" (lyrics for "EA" to be murdered by)" by TREF1LD (TRFLD) is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0. To view a copy of this license, visit creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0.
Serendipity Dec 2020
She was born in the back alleys of bones
left as scrap thrown to the dogs
by men who chewed her raw
and picked their teeth
with the edge of her.

When sprouts formed,
and skin and flesh blanketed her existence,
and blood dripped into her veins
from body bags in dumpsters:
she began to grow anger,
and brain,
and heart,
and eyes,
and fists.

So she may see the men her tossed her,
and attain her vengeance.
Kenneth Gray Oct 2020
I woke up one day.
One cold, dreery, lonely day.
What happened that day?
I'd rather not say.
What day? That day!
I could probably tell you
But you might have to pay.

Ok, so I woke up one day.
That cold, dreery lonely day?
Yes that day!
Now someone I knew
They just had to pay
Now just who they are,
I don't wanna say.

This person -
They just had to pay
What person? I told you!
I don't want to say!
But this person I've mentioned
They just had to pay.

On this cold, dreery, lonely day
I woke up and decided
they just had to pay
Pay for what? I'd rather not say
Let me get along with the story
I don't wanna delay

So you decided this person
just had to pay?
Exactly! I decided at last
That today was the day.
I needed my vengeance.
I had no time to play.

So what did you do?
I'm not ready to say
But I'm willing to tell you
That this man was Jay
Jay was his name and
Today was his day. Today
Was his day and he
Just had to pay

Pay for what?
I'm getting ready to say
I was on my way home
Right at the doorway
When I suddenly saw him
It was none other than Jay

He thought he was sneaky
Thought that he'd get away
Little did he know
That I saw him that day.
What did he do? Put two
and two together - I think
its needless to say

So did he pay?
Yes, I'm getting ready to say
2 days later on that
Cold dreary day
I found out where he worked
So I was following Jay
I followed him til we met
In a remote alley way

What did you do? Im getting
Ready to say
On this cold, lonely, dreery day
I've cornered you Jay
And you just have to pay
You're losing your life
Over one lousy lay
That's right! I've caught you
And today is your day

Did you **** him? Its time
To say. I pulled out my pistol
And aimed it at Jay
Its time for my vengeance
Today is your day
I woke up this morning
On this cold, dreery lonely
Day. And now is my time
It is my time to slay

And that is the last time
We ever heard from Jay
On the cold, dreery, lonely day
This one was fun! My sister talked to me about my writing and said I should think about other subjects and explore different ideas. So I used that advice and decided to think outside the box and not use my own experiences. I decided to use an idea and story that had no tie to any experience I've ever had. With that frame of mind I came up with this idea. I only formed the back and forth conversation idea for the first few lines. After that I just had to keep adding to it and brain storming more and more to add. All in all, I'm happy with how it ended up. Hope you all enjoy!
a dark room in the cellar
he laughed like a good old storyteller;
vengeance is what he needs
throwing away all his good deeds
i hope you like it!
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