Sharing a poem here, that’s it!
"What do we do when we run out of people to kill?" I still have so many scores to settle. I’ve waited my turn and paid attention and planned for when my time comes. Imagine leaving all of that rage, grief just hanging in the wind raw and unhidden no delicious retribution just a feeling that sticks to me like dried blood. I still want need the power in my hands so I never have to feel this way again.
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