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The Punisher










The Punisher



This secret festered/
Inside me, I released it, begging/
My mind, "Please, the questions"/
"Cease them, so relentless"/
Defeating treasures/
Within me, beaten senseless/
By greedy ventures/
And things I'll never/
Speak or mention/
Obscene but selfless/
I see the wreckage/
In me and bend it/
Back into shape, weeping well in/
To my twenties, I leap in trenches/
Out of faith, but I keep remembering/
The pieces melting/
The breeze I smell it/
Riding, cheaper lessons/
In grief and deathly/
Emotions, creeping, stretching/
Towards me, why do I have a deep obsession/
With making you bleed and tremble/
Before me, after even sending/
You your relief and penance/
At least I'm better/
Beleaguered veteran/
I keep to welding/
Myself whole again/
But you stole the rhyth-/
M of my life, boulder wrists/
Wont fold again/
Importantly/
I'm scolding this/
Part of me holding in/
The moments with/
You, unfortunate/
But sordid en-/
Ough to torture with/
I've sorted this/
Into so many compartments/
Sword and fist/
Will be keeping us honest/
I told you in/
The chill of the darkness/
I'm focusing/
On keep the marching/
Cadence/
Blazing/
So we can remain in/
Here steeped in the caution/
That I've entertained in/
My devastated/
Brain with/
A seething demonic/
Scheme to demolish/
Cause I get flashbacks/
And Im snack back/
In the middle of a damn patch/
Of memory that I usually dash past/
But damn that/
Was a class act/
You fat mass/
Of drowned mad-/
Ness, pounce back/
And I'll snap that/
Weak neck with a grab, stamp/
And ouch, now/
Because I've evolved/
And we all/
See the deep fall/
Coming up at bat/
Because I've dreamed, caught/
And seen traum-/
A that left me a beast, snarling/
And make your so called struggles my laugh tracks/
I'm a man that/
Is strong enough to forgive/
But the wrong and the sick/
Are common and this/
Makes me want to just pick/
Up a rock or a Smith/
And have assault and a list/
Added to my name, because my tolerance is/
At an all time low, I wallow in filth/
As the products of shit/
Are sauntering with/
A paunch and a grin/
My cause and my miss-/
Ion are my calling to live/
If you're a monster or pig/
A partner to crim-/
Inals or a model of mis-/
Anthropy, I'm calling to get/
My allergies to you charted and fixed/
Because I'm haunting the mists/
And you're targets to whisk/
Away in a red honorable drip/
Praying to God that you'll live/
Relax, youll be talking to Him/
Because of me, the carnage you get/
And I couldnt bother to give/
A thought or an "if"/
To whether the fucking charges'll stick/

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