Treasure Island

Jason Grant


my brother rip


The sight of forsaken blood
the sight of deseption runs untold
corps of unforsaken friend lays below
missing til no end
redemption consumes a soul
avenger shall seek vengence
seeking the source of pain and suffering
seeking rememberance
sharing the pain nothing left to gain
echos of his cries in vain
fuel me wth everlasting anger
seeking vengance to those who cause depression, pain, sorrow, anger with no end
vengence is a sweet necture
used rite justice is served

Submitted: Friday, December 03, 2010

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