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Revenge (Ode to Road to pardition)

by Aaron Howard

Revenge, eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth…
The ultimate sacrifice, lie for a lie, truth for a truth…

Footsteps hidden in the midnight rain
Bartering with revenge to return this pain…
Blood pools and runs down the drain…
After all this revenge, what did I gain?
Will I have to run for the rest of my life,
over the loss of my only child and wife?
Will I have to die to appease this blood lease?
Will there finally, one day, be peace?

Revenge is such an underrated term these days.
It will hunt you down in so many different ways.
Just when you turn around to look at the sky,
someone is there to shoot you, hang you, maybe even crucify.

Revenge, the sweetest dish served cold
Revenge, the pillow knockout when you’re old…

Revenge… How sweet it is…
Everything comes around in this biz…

The Revenge factors…
It might happen in the bath, with your guard down and out…
Three to the head… no time to scream or shout…

It might happen
In your car, where you didn’t get that far

Harsh words on the turnpike ends up with you getting a 9 mm spike
Through the windshield, road rage rears its ugly head tonight
As you take four to the chest and waist,
finally one to the right side of your face,
You slide into oncoming head-on and end up dead by dawn…

Possibly,
They followed you home, called you on your phone…
They know you; they know you’re all alone,
Then they come and strip you down to the bone…
Take from you what are your most dears
and confirm all of your worst childhood fears…
Monster in the closet, but this one’s real
cuz all over your skin, his breath you can feel…
Crushed in the hands of revenges iron grip…
as you feel the pain of this life slowly slip…
Off to dreamland my sweet dead angel
cuz in this life, earth’s too full..

Or just Maybe,
Walking up to the house, Opening the door
just to find all you knew and loved.
Still bleeding and dead on the floor..
You turn, but it’s too late you learn…
Plastic bag revenge
…No air…
Just your mild struggle
…To dreamland…

The slow death has always been the best revenge
since it seems you always have a reason to avenge..
To look into the slipping eyes of your nemesis
as he drifts off to death-lands kiss…
To have the satisfaction to their reaction
as your take away their greatest fraction.

Revenge, the cost of your loss, misery and pain…
Revenge, the equation of alpha and pack persuasion gone insane…
Revenge, this underdog achiever to come back one day a believer.

06/28/2002

Author's Note: I wrote this after seeing the movie Road to pardition) Hope I spelled that right...

Posted on 04/15/2003
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