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Vengeful spirit

Poetry By: RJohnson
Horror


Tags: Dark


THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.


Submitted:Jan 1, 2008    Reads: 123    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


When a man was mugging me, I tried to run.

He mercilessly cut me down with his gun.

I've walked this earth since the day I died.

I even attended my funeral and watched as the people cried.

I can do good things to help people but I can do bad things too.

If you are doing evil, I might come after you.

A man violently beat his wife and kids.

I killed that rotten bastard for what he did.

I let him see my spirit and it was too much for him to bear.

He jumped in the lake because he was so scared.

He couldn't come back up because I held him down.

He stayed at the bottom of that lake until he drowned.

Please remember that my spirit is here and it thrives.

If you do good, I will bless your lives.

Walking this Earth alone makes me miserable and I can't even laugh.

Do good for your fellow man or you will suffer my wrath.





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