Ken 2004 - Why Did You Do This To Me?
A poem by Jlgjt
Why did you do this to me Myotismon?
After hearing it was you
And about what you've done before
I feel like a vase that's been smashed on the floor
And I know things can never be the same anymore
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Why did you do this to me?
You used me like a tool from a store
And in the process sent me falling to a stone cold floor
All those things I did wrong...
I know now where the blame truly belongs
And I wash my hands of guilt
While you and your evil dreams away they wilt
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Why did you do this to me?
I'm living the days of my fall all over again
And my heart has been ripped out
Making me want to yell and shout
Fiery words of condemnation and judgement's calls
But I know that I cannot do this at all
Because justice has already won
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You tried to avoid it
Even seeming death could not stop you
You tried to avoid justice's final sentence
But now there is no more running you can do
Justice has finally won
But not before a lot of damage was done
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I now see why you did this to me
Nothing new was what you had done
And I guess this is what they mean by
"Nothing new under the sun"
Exploting, twisting, beating
You've done it to someone else before
From four years ago and yore
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You tried to make her your pet
But destiny had other plans for her yet
And from the most unlikely of places she was set free
Showing the depth and strength of your depravity
I had not appreciated her enough before
But because of you I will surely appreciate her more
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I laugh at you from the grave
For you put she and I closer that day
And while you rot and moulder away
A new appreciation forms today
Born of the common hurt and shock
And that we have together knocked you in the block
(So to speak)
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I want to go visit where she lives today
(even though to there I do not know the way)
And just sit down and talk
Talk eye-to-eye, talk just she and I
What would we talk about?
I don't really know, I suppose
Weather, politics, how I can be "bright"
(After all, she is the Digimon of Light)
But just to talk with her, to release anguish together
That would really make my day, maybe even my year
(I hope you are listening Myotismon, even though you can't hear)
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A hug from her would be really nice too
(and I know it wouldn't come out of the blue)
To stroke her white fur, to hear a gentle purr, saying
"Everything's all right now
We have won it together
And we can celebrate our freedom forever!"
That would be really great
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Is there anything else I should say?
Oh, that I've shown Wormmon how he can be useful for today
Throwing webs, slinging sticky ropes
Hey, he's just like a little Spider-Man!
(All this potential I never thought he had
This is another reason at you, Myotismon, I am mad)
And could help considerably
As I try to pick up the shattered pieces
The part of the life I lost in the madness you induced
And from whence I was before reduced
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Is it so wrong to have again such fame?
Not if it can help clear my own name
And help those you made me hurt
By showing a coming change
That will unite the two worlds in peace and harmony
Not with death and destruction as you tried to do
I will take this mantle up again, of being "Superboy"
To show how much I have been touched by grace
And to permanently villify what you have of a face
Remembering this is not for revenge, but for justice
That I am doing these things...
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Today I spit on your "good name"
As I go and remove what's left of my shame
And embrace what friends I have, new and old
(I appreciate them all, more even than any gold)
Together we will work for a new vision for the DigiWorld
A new order for two worlds
And with each breath curse you and your ambitions
And put you back in the grave again
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No one misses you at all
No one mourns over your passing
No one even marks your grave
And if it stays that way
Then I will be happy
"Be eternally condemned Myotismon!"
That's all I have to say
As I go on and make the most of these new days
Bought me by grace and friendship
And justice too
Here's hoping I never hear from you
Ever again!
-Ken Ichijouji
