George's Writing
The Unforgiven
My blood stained cloths echo their please for mercy.
My shaking hands grasp the knife that silenced their screams.
My heart beats a calm rhythm while theirs stop with the swing of my wrath.
Their betrayal and sin cost them their lives and I made them pay,
Made them pay for all that they did.
Now my revenge is complete and sweet,
I can hear their gurgling cries as their blood splatters across my face.
I can still feel the heat of their last dying breathe and I swim in the joy of it all.
And bask in the warm wallows of defeat.
I have won my prize, my sacrifice.
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