Wherever he may walk, everything burns
A bringer of death, pain, hatred and strife
He is doomed to loneliness in this life
As for onlookers, away their heads turn
he walks into town with purposeful stride
Voices of abuse ring out like a bell
And as he plots their casting into hell
They make permanent scars upon his pride
But he never wanted it in this way
He was himself but not given a chance
Thus he is dislikeable at first glance
But his thirst for vengeance won’t go away
They isolate and abuse him each day
But he will destroy them and make them pay
13th December 2000
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