Vengeance
Time for my vengeance to reign
Time for this fool to feel the pain
That he has caused unto me
No worries of "times three."
I call upon a power of old
One that will surely unfold
The power of a woman scorned
You were once so warned.
My daughter from me you took
Tis you, not I, that is the crook.
For this utmost heinous crime
I seek justice of the most sublime.
Spirits upon the Earth I seek
To make this mortal weak.
To curse him to a living hell
Worse than that of any jail.
Let him lose all his hair
And leave none to spare.
Let him feel only a chill
At the loss of his thrill.
Lose the love of the daughter
That thought you walked on water.
Lose your friends respect
And feel your wife reject.
See your life fall apart
And love from you depart.
The deed is done the spell is cast
Vengeance is mine at last.
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