Snively's Vow By A.M. Fleury Beaten, bruised, bled...shattered This punishment is not taken lightly Each bruise, each drop of blood Might seem a small thing to you But it ferments inside me Dark and black, tight like a spring My anger My hatred Towards you And I think I could take you out so easily Because you might be suspicious But you're not too suspicious I'll put the knife in your back The gun to your head Do you think I can't pull the trigger? Oh dear Uncle Julian, You're so dead wrong.