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in the shadows of the darkest caves i wait,
filled with blinding terrors of hate,
scratching lines into the walls,
remembering the name my mother calls,
through the day as the light goes dim,
the sunset orange is a reminder of him,
smug smile on his murderous face,
the hate infected me and i took his place,
now the murderous thoughts are in me,
as i show them for all to see,
i killed him savage to bring more pain,
until i pulled through his face his brain,
watched his eyes grow in darkness stare,
knowing he suffered all the pain he could bare,
still that revenge was not a justice undone,
because the murderous hate is what won.