April 16th (Day 16)
The Slag
You sold out
your friend to save your own skin
Your name is now
soiled to you and your kin
You betrayed the
trust; you sold out your soul
Your scheme was
successful; you scored your sick goal
No one respects
you, even your pals the police
Your life now is
running, you’ll never sleep in peace
I watched you in
court lying to my face
Now I’m in
prison, preparing my case
How could you do
it? You coward, you rat
You’re an insect
that’s all a bloodthirsty gnat
This is my
reward for being your mate
But I’d rather
be in prison than have your fate.
One day, one day
What comes
around?
Goes around!
Joseph Henry Gaines
April 17th (Day 17)
I must subdue my appetite for vengeance, it will falter my judgment, it will burn me inside and give birth to mistakes, I can no longer act with my own interests, I am the Zararhakzar and I must bear the burden of everyone’s vengeance.
From
The Diaries & Poetry of Lord Talon
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