No one has ever understood the depths of my rage, it's source is obscure, even to me. One man now has my darkness aligned against him, it's his turn in the cage.
I'll carve out his heart while he begs me to let him die, slice him into pieces only a sparrow could swallow. Make him regret making her feel so hollow.
I've found the hate at my center again, wait till my rage fills me and then, this glorious bloodlust will avenge where he's been as I spit in his face, her fall from grace.
I'm holding her battered heart in my hands, looking at the bruising and making my plans. He wont know what hit him as his sight goes dim.
He beat her I learned just tonight, what a terrible thing for her to endure, his pleasure doesn't make it right. Vengeance is mine, to be sure.
Hurt me all you want, hit , slash, burn, kill me if you must, but harm one I love and God help you, for that is all that can or will, from my bloodlust.
I'll string him up and subject him to the blows he railed upon her, how many times, only Heaven knows, then leave the worthless carcass to the Carrion Crows
And laugh as they peck out his eyes
With his final sighs.
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