A farmer comes home one day To find that everything that gives meaning to his life Is gone.I walked through the door.Crops are burned.Animals slaughtered.Bodies and broken pieces of his life strewn about. All I saw was blood.Everything that he loved, taken from him.His children.One can only imagine the pit of despair.The hours of job like lamentations,The burden of existence.He makes a promise to himself in those dark hours.A life's work erupts from his knotted mind.Years go byHis suffering became complicatedOne day he stops.The farmer , who is no longer a farmerIt is now he who burns.It is he who slaughters.And he knows, in his heartHe must pay.(Revenge isn't a passion.It's a disease.)There is nothing that can take the pain away.But eventually you find a way to Live with it.Or maybe not.-Blacklist