In Dyeing Vengeance
I walk into the shadows as the crow calls.
With the power of silence, I listen as you fall.
In the realm of broken splinters of glowing cedar.
A promise of pain was given to me by the cruel reaper.
Alas, the moon speaks into the dim reality of lighting shadows.
The entity of infinite despair and pain extracts my sorrows.
Mystical realm, I beckon you to come forth from this horror.
I know that this malicious shadow will come for you in the hour.
Now, your reality reflects your malicious intent.
As karma is manipulated and reverses your content.
Your fall is a vagrant of vengeance served in a classy style.
Success is justice that happens when served with a smile.
I lie in peace knowing that your deeds of hatred are in vain.
With each shovel of earth upon me settled in a gentle rain.
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