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A lightning in a dark blue sky

Flashed out a sitting silhouette

With hands behind his back tied

And staring at a burning house where no one left

The silhouette whispers something.

There are no oaths or curses,

But words of gratitude regained from slumber.

He shouts his thanks through thunder.

Thank you cold-blooded bastards

For leaving me alive, you, scumbag goon!

Reliving what you've done — this gore and torments

I'll bring these ashes to your home soon

Thank you for tying my wrists —

I tried to save my face,

But all the ruins and hardships

I will repay to you in a doubly bloody pace.

Thank you but I will not feel guilty

For what I'll do to you and what I'll get.

I'll not forgive, I'll not forget.

And as I said,

Thanks, bastards,

You've just untied my hands.

2022-10-10,

THANKS THROUGH THUNDER