BLOOD OF MY BLOOD BOB

Coming back home was not something I envisioned in the nearest future, but I had no choice. They took her from me. She was innocent, bright, and beautiful. Always ready to help people. But they killed her, "they will all pay with their blood."
"An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth."
Staring at them all smiling, paying fake condolence when they all did nothing, and watched as she was killed. I also shared a fake smile with them. They will never see me coming.
Staring at her body in the casket, I make a vow. They will share my pain; they will feel my wrath—Blood of my Blood.