Avenged Poem by David Wicks
Avenged
And he, who was shamed in life,
His life be'th, now prolonged, and pure
Is the new.
'So therefore, take'th, ye, '
He spoke his words,
'For it is my hate,
And distribute it, ye shall,
So that even in the hereinafter,
I may live.'
And so did his puppet,
Who carried out his orders well,
And fought to end his own life,
So that his master, in death, could prevail.
And, as such, he was avenged.
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