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11/18/18
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They urge him
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
A life for a life
Is that not what you want?
Not to leave things on an odd note?
He shakes his head
Watching them warily.
Oh come on, they suddenly snap,
Reminding him of crocodiles
Lying in wait
Ready to bite.
Just a while ago you were ready to fight
Just a while ago you were prepared to hurt
Deal back the insults they painted
Do you not want that?!
Their sharp teeth glint, tainted
Red with the blood of their enemies,
And the realization douses him
Like a bucket of ice cold water.
That was then; this is now,
He manages to sputter out.
Yes he had been angry
Yes he had been ready
Ready to take on the role
Of ass biting Karma.
A vengeful angel
Seeking the price
For leaving unpaid debts
Black and blue
On the skin
Of his heart.
But Calmness embraced him
After Time had forced him
To sit
And stay
And think it all over.
Restart.
Forgive and forget
He tells them.
They didn't know
But I know better.
Reptilian eyes glare.
Pathetic, they spit
Taking off to their lair
Of broken spirits
Of deals with monsters
Darkness willingly shrouding.
We will return, they warn
Spiteful madness dripping
From their lips
And you will take what they owe you.
He doesn't reply
And that is answer enough.
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Neon
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