I got sand in my shoes![edit]
-- Abaddon 09:50, 13 August 2010 (UTC)
Vengeance is the dish I serve to you,
Compliments of the chef.
Eat up, eat up! It's good for you,
A quick and painless death.
If you prefer, I can draw it out,
Make blood pool behind the eyes.
Let the organs turn to mush,
Truly, I care not for how they die.
Spices season even the most rancid meat,
Poisons grace the sweetest confection.
If eating their death does not please you,
I can always administer an injection.
Would you rather a hunting accident?
Or a sweet end to a sordid affair?
I can put poisons on the bed-
Or brush them into the victims hair.
Too late you may change your mind-
Feelings of regret may haunt you.
I care not for how you feel,
Bare all and I will taunt you.
Left alone to do my worst,
I will plan the most chilling demise.
They can die in private,
Or right before your eyes.
When you come knocking, knocking,
To death's secretive door,
I don't care who you are,
Or what you were before.
Just remember the price you'll pay,
It is always very high.
Try to skip out when the deed is done,
And you'll see what my vengeance will buy.
Think long and hard of what you do,
Before coming to me with your wish.
Or you may find yourself one day,
Partaking of deaths delightful dish.
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