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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Blood used to make me queasy Make me turn away, unable to bare Now seeing blood is easy After getting used to the cuts on my body So when blood drains out of your heart Staining the floor as your eyes roll back With this life you'll finally part As no one comes to save your soul I won't look away, no, not at all I will enjoy the sight of it The way that you made me feel so small Every feeling of pain you deserve Your death will make me smile Your torture will make me laugh Your screams will be heard for miles Your tears will satisfy my thirst for vengeance Crimson the color staining clothes of white The most beautiful artwork I will ever see As I see your eyes fade of their light I won't feel anything but relief and joy Closure will only come to me When you're six feet underground I hope my blade will be the last thing you see As I put your miserable existence to a close But just knowing that you died for your sins With no resurrections after three days Never to be seen in this world again Maybe then my nightmares would cease Or if justice was true in this nation Locked up behind jail cells to rot To serve out your sentence of damnation Never to plague others as you did me To the ones who beat my body To the ones who stole its privilege To the ones who made me bloody To the ones who left me scars This poem is written here for you all to see With every bit of "love" that you gave me
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