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?Revenge?
Contributed by
diablohate
on
Saturday, 18th March 2006 @ 12:01:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Ten thousand men
Running away
From an angry
teenage boy
The boy was strong
The boy was fast
The boy couldn't die
No matter how had they tried
The ten base gangs
Are now down to two
Because of the teen
Who took them all out
They did their research
And studied on this teen
To find a weakness
That will bring him down
Then they came across
The info that will change
The outcome of this war
Between gangs and a teenage boy
They found out the house
Where his mother sleeps
And torched it to the ground
Then left a note behind
surrender yourself
And save your friends
From being killed
In the cold of night
The boy walked up
To his mothers house
And found the note
Then started to cry
The next day came
For the gang to meet
The teenage boy
That killed eight gangs
The gang said stop
And the boy kept walking
So the gang opened fire
And shot at the boy
But he dodged all the bullets
And kept walking to the gangs
Until he got close enough
To snap some of their necks
The boy took out one gang
And looked over at the other
Then gave an evil smile
And started to walk to them
The gang opened fire
With their gatlin guns
And torn the boy
Up to pieces
As the gang turned around
The boy was face to face
Then snaped the leaders neck
And threw him to the ground
He looks over at the rest
And stares them down
Then they all stop breathing
And they fall to the ground
The boy turned around
And brushed off his sholder
Started to walk away
And a strange man appeared
The man said hope is fake
And the only way you'll life
Is being smarter then me
And the man rushed the boy
The man was too fast
The boy was too slow
The man was too strong
The boy was to weak
The boy tried
But then failed
To defeat the man
Who took him down
The man looked at the boy
For just a second and said
I'm sorry I have to do this
But you have to die
The man killed the boy
And left the scene
To the run down hotel
Where he will start to cry
Thoughts of killing running through his head
Never stopping to consiter some logic
But all he knows is that he killed that boy
He takes a shot of jack and starts to write
Today I got mail about a new target
That took out eight gangs in a single night
And left the scene without a trace
I got the last two gangs to kill my wife
So that the boy will come
To try to kill the gangs
I couldn't believe my eyes
The boy was great
But when he was done
Avengeing his mother
I had to kill him
And end his life
Why did I take this mission
I did it for greed and money
But lost my sou when I killed
My very own flesh and blood
.......................My only son......................
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diablohate
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2006-03-18 00:01:06]
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Re: ?Revenge?
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by Archie on
Wednesday, 26th April 2006 @ 09:57:40 AM AEST
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| Your write reminds me of the many fights i was in when I lived in New York City. I am glad that i do not have to hurt people any more but i am also glad they do not try to hurt me. Revenge is definately not worth it. |
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