Vengeful Spirit
(This is a fictional poem)
When a man was mugging me, I tried to run.
He mercilessly cut me down with his gun.
I've walked this Earth since the day I died.
I even attended my funeral and watched as the people cried.
I can do good things to help people but I can do bad things too.
If you are doing evil, I might come after you.
A man violently beat his wife and kids.
I killed that rotten bastard for what he did.
I let him see my spirit and it was too much for him to bear.
He jumped in the lake because he was so scared.
He couldn't come back up because I held him down.
He stayed at the bottom of that lake until he drowned.
Please remember that my spirit is here and it thrives.
If you do good, I will bless your lives.
Walking this Earth alone makes me miserable and I can't even laugh.
Do good for your fellow man or you will suffer my wrath.
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