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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I've been doin' time, sittin in this jail cell for too long. Yea, I made mistakes because I was headstrong when I killed Isabelle, but it's what she deserved. She ran off with my coke and money. That was wrong. I want outta prison. Enough years have been served. She was sent to New Orleans just to shut me down. I ruled like I was a king, a legend in my hometown. But that greedy French chick stole from me and fled to New York. Did she think I was clowning around? I knew I'd find her there, and soon she'd end up dead. That's where Moon Knight found me to make a deal. He was lookin for my contact, but I wouldn't squeal. I got the best of him and knocked him into the river after overpowering him with my muscles of steel. He wanted my contact information, but I didn't deliver. I found Isabelle and kept her doped up for five days, Shot her up with drugs until her mind was in a haze. She told me what she'd done with my coke and money, then I stabbed her until she was dead, her eyes agaze. That was payback, but that woman was smooth as honey. I dumped her body on the Westside and felt no pity. I was in a hurry to get back home to Mardi Gras in the city. The plan was to make raids when people were at parades. While the cops were busy, I'd get down to the nitty-gritty then high tail it outta town and hide out in the Everglades. But Moon Knight and his pal Frenchie, were on my trail. They wanted to capture me before my tracks got stale, and found me at the Fair Grounds, betting on a horse. Tearing up a losing ticket I'd bet on a nag of a bangtail. I fought them off and got away using strength and force. I took shelter in a warehouse a block from Jackson Square but there was no escaping again when they found me there. I wasn't gonna go down easy and had my ice pick ready. Moon Knight broke my jaw, throwing a punch with fanfare. It brought me to my knees when my legs became unsteady. When I'm outta this hell hole, I swear I'm gonna get even. Been shut up in jail too long and tired of all the grievin.' Moon Knight hasn't seen the last of Cajun Creed. Not yet. Vengeance has kept me sane, because it's what I believe in. You can put a C note down on that promise. Make that bet! 11/1/2022 ~ Moon Knight Friend or Foe Contest Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
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