See how the white snow sparkles in the sunlight while the cold air greets the hot breath in protest. The last words were but a groan without meaning and the first but a cry of sudden nakedness. Screams in the night and silence by day. Hope without hope and strangers without pity. Lost dreams and thoughts of reprisal stinking like rotted flesh on its way to oblivion among all else come and gone by the way no sooner born but to die. I take this revenge!
from "Act of Revenge" by Donald L. Brooks
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