I’ll tie you up with a barbed wire;

cut the fingers in your hands ’till you cry;

Force-feed you a handful of cockroaches,

and run ants in your eyeballs and feel no itches.

In seconds I will set you on fire,

but set it out as fast as a hare,

Because I don’t want to end your misery in haste,

’tis the least you can do so I could vent out my hate.

For a number of days you will suffer,

words of repentance you may just utter,

but I won’t falter from your utter nonsense,

I’ll dig a grave, bury you alive and feel no conscience.

Satisfied as I am now for unlike you I am human;

I care for the life and wont take it from you nor form anyone;

these words I mean them, and mere words are harmless;

Alas! Justice is served and this is my poetic justice.