"Why have you forsaken me?
In my eyes, forsaken me?
In my thoughts, forsaken me?
In my heart, forsaken me?"


I stand here at the edge of darkness
The light of goodness begins to fade.
I have fallen from the grace of god
And into this house of cards I've made.

I stand here in the wake of hatred
Counting moments until his demise.
And there beneath this shroud of vengeance
My anxiety begins its' rise.

And now I have you here before me
This drunk driver that killed my wife.
An attorney took you off the hook
And away from any prison life.

So before I put this ax to use
Dismembering you because I should.
There is something that you need to know
I would like this known and understood.

Your dying will be slow and painful
That's right, a little piece at a time.
And in the end when the screaming stops
You will have paid in full for your crime.
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I stand here at the edge of darkness
The light of vengeance upon my back.
Standing on the edge of forever
With a swing of my ax, I attack!

SWISH

...thwack!!!
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"Good-night sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to your rest."