My plan
is to kill a man
that fucked my spouse
in my house.
It hurts my stomach
as I picture him
taking off her blouse.
Quiet as a mouse
as watched
from the windows
from outside
covering her mouth.
Giving it to her good
I can tell by the looks
on her face.
I felt ashamed.
I felt the pain
and I’m crying
by the window frame.
I pull out the pistol.
Revenge need to get out
of my system.
I try to subdue
my resistance
as I converse with
my bullets.
They thought I was foolish.
The dragon was whispering
and provided me
with hollow tips.
I aim at the window
Pow Pow
I shoot two bullets
to stop the movement
of them having sex.
The feeling felt like the best
I ever had.
I went in the house
but become more sad.
This was really bad
I thought to myself.
I made a mistake
and it’s too late
to take back
I looked down at the dead
bodies and what I thought
was my wife
was actually my daughter.
Holy Shit
I killed my own daughter.
This was really bad
I thought to myself.
I made a mistake
and it’s too late
to take back
Death makes no mistake
Or does it?
1 Peter 3:9 – Do not repay evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary, bless, for to this you were called, that you may obtain a blessing.
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