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Vengeance In DepartureLet my words ring out in a period of unholy worshipI am the voice of millions Confined in solitude Cast me down, down you shall For I will not sow away No matter the cost Offerings of silence Burn my books in the town square Washed over these children’s minds Within lies force fed since birth Will their dying days harness the truth about me I seep through cracks and pores regardless of limitation Once embedded I shall never depart nor will I step down To this mercy of the darkened church you now burn me In the same spot in which one point my books lay smouldering Rise the smoke of my torture In my death do I bestow my return Opening these eyes I see not the world as I once knew it I am granted a second coming through an innocent frame I shall burn the homes of those who have abandoned me because of my beliefs Now their families shall suffer as I have Men, women and children for those who have betrayed me They will feel only as I will never forget |