So I made another crappy five year old poem and it took me half an hour for the first draft. Inspiration from  Uravity Sensei. Chack out her book "The Poettry Dragon."

This is another guess the character. I'll have last time's answer at the bottom, along with this time's . Guess before you reach the bottom.

This time it is... Assassination classroom.

The bell rings, another day begins.

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It's not my fault I wish for blood.

It's not my fault I hunger for death and

savor the fear in their eyes when a victim see my blood lust

well disguised

with smiles and calm eyes

slipping a mask onto what I wish was not.

It's not my fault I burn inside

with fire that only burns to embers when

I douse it with some blood on my knuckles

his or mine

or it will burn me from the inside out

And make me normal.

It's not my fault they gave me this chance

And awakened something that will not fall back

Who longs for that fear in a dark alley and the 

dominance received with a single hand.

just one more fight

just one more touch of the ice-cold finger.

But I can't.

It's not my fault, but I have to go forward.

Focus and strike but the target is wrong.

Homework and tests and school not

Blood and knives and fear.

"The trick is to not take things so... seriously."

It's not my fault I seem like the villain,

the power in my bones

the bloodlust in my mind

the want in my heart.

I want to, but I don't want to.

I don't want to be the villain in this story.

So Class Dismissed.

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Shu Kurenai. Red Eye.

Karma Akabane.