Vigilante

Come here where I can see you
I don't want your name
Just your eyes
I will pluck them out
Then you will not see
You will only know the terror
I will use serrated edges
Dull rusty blades
All the shrapnel I can find
These I will push into your flesh
Fear not
You will not die
You are cowards
Bombs in buses and trains?
Not terror
An invitation to me
What say we try this pincer
Hurt a little does it?
Shame that
No
Don't pass out on me
We have weeks of this yet
Have you forgotten already
I told you
You won't die
Not by my hand
You will beg me for it
But I am not a killer
No
When I have punished you
I will wheel you out
Your parts alongside you
I'd want you to see why you can't walk
Well maybe you can keep your eyes
It will be good for you to see the crowd
They'll be expecting you
Isn't terrorism so fulfilling?
I know swift revenge is

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