
Lift up my eyes to heaven
Seek his eyes, to catch the ear of the Creator
Hear the cry of pain
That echoes in my bones
The tears that water my garden of vengeance
Call down holy fire!
Burn through the wickedness as seen by my eyes
Follow the arrow drawn by my bow oh eternal maker
I name your enemies
Smite them, destroy their sanctity
Take away their peace.
Why so silent oh heavens?
Where is thy thunder? Your lightning strikes?
The fires in my enemy camps light faces and warm hands when they should be burning flesh.
Where is thy justice, oh holiest of holy?
Take swift action in unleashing the mighty judgement of above.
Tear them down to the fourth and fifth generation.
Let their children’s head rest upon the gravestones of their forebears
Orphans of the wicked shall their legacy be
I have no sympathy left within my dried bones,
Empathy leached away like blood from an open wound.
I call again to your might hands, though echoes of my previous pleas sound around me
You oh might prince of peace, bring your peace to those who lay defeated
Love most pure, shower down upon those you favor most.
Can we know love amongst the shadow of stares whom hate your beloved?
Wipe away the stain from among us. Leave only those you know as pure
I cry to thee again oh greatest one. Hear my lament. Have sympathy!
I chose to share this not as a call to hate but to say that there are times when we all feel that need for something outside of ourselves to take “revenge” and that it is okay to feel that way sometimes. Sometimes you want destruction to rain down on whatever you felt has wronged you.
Yet, often, like the speaker of the work above, your words will just echo; unheard. Destruction does not come at our beck and call. Nor is it a balm to our troubles. Vengeance is not ours to have but ours to live by living better. You do not get vengeance fully until you don’t need it. When you have lived past the need for vengeance only then will you have it completely.
Live a life that is vengeance. Live a life of love, a better life, a life lived looking forward.

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