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Stranded on

a desert planet,

left for dead

Fallen from grace,

damned to this blighted

place 

Thirst for the blood

of your enemy,

satisfaction of revenge 

"All is not Lost the unconquerable will",

quote milton in your mind,

theres not much to do but hate in your spare time 

Hatred fills the soul like the blackness of space,

the stars have long since burned out;

there is nothing left but a void that desires to be filled

Hungry for the hunt,

waiting for the perfect moment to strike,

biding your time, marking off the years as they go by 

More wrinkles fill the face

but the resolve does not wither;

the hair turns white as a ghost

but it does not matter because  

the hatred does not go away

You never forget a face,

forever ingrained in your mind,

that face tormenting you day and night

Only his blood 

can make up for what you have lost;

only can it atone for his mistakes 

His name is like a curse,

all that he touches turns to dust,

he who is the object of your contention

has brought you nothing but pain and suffering 

James T Kirk

that name forever seared in your mind

James T Kirk

that name

that curse!!!