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Author: Zixaphir
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/General - Published: 04-22-07 - Updated: 04-22-07 - Complete - id:2351162
Watching from afar as you tear her limb from limb

Only can I imagine the drive behind your sin

The pain, the cause, the force of it all

Gripping the air as I hope your reign falls

Dear so-called father whom claims love and trust

Surely you'll snap out of it, you must

Why, as the rage is taking me, too

Do I always cower as I watch you

"Its time to break free," I tell myself again

But time after time, its always the same in the end

I can't do it, can't snap, can't devour your hate

Watching and waiting, I sit and I wait

I'll stop you one day, just watch me snap

And when I do, its you who'll be trapped

In my grip for once, not the vice, twisted round

It'll be my so-called "fist" driving you to the ground

Are you ready for it as I strike my stance

Just one more second -- I'll have my chance

It's time to die, oh step-father of mine

My attack has come on the flip of a dime

Hit in the face, such a disgrace

With such force that I feel it, burning my fist

The impact on your cheek, a sound like a kiss

You're on the ground, with such a sound

With such a reflex, I've put you in check

The pain in my hand, excitement so grand

You're in your place, and mine my own

I had this power, you've never known

Eat this spit that I spite

Take it with delight

Don't get up again

Expecting to win

I'll rip with more speed

More power, more delight

I'll grin in my maddness

And you'll lose this fight

Stay down and retreat

Don't get back up

Get back on your feet

And I'll fuck you up



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