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Dark thoughts, run through my mind,
the consciousness, it does bind.
The acts, of darkness near,
my death, no longer fear.
Nonexistence, I do welcome,
My hell, I wait to enter.
Used to, ignore it's beckon,
now instead I willingly venture.
Taking vengeance into my hands,
will never be called, an avenger.
I'm just an angry person,
plotting deaths of my offenders.
Police never helpful,
yet, wonder why crimes are plenty.
When your failures and oversights,
and ignorance is more than many.
You fail to the serve the people,
you just throw us in jail.
So I hope you meet anarchy,
and we put you through hell.
And you, my offender.
just wait for what is coming.
Fun, is awaiting me,
but for you, mind numbing.
The torture and suffering,
for me it'll be endearing.
The pain I plan to inflict,
an understatement, is simply searing.
The gratitude, I will express,
can never be explained.
Just wait for the end,
when the walls, are blood stained.
