The book of retribution lies open
The corners folded, the words are lined
Anger’s sweat smudges its contents
The cold, clammy indifference its perfume.
Sharpened memories, chiselled wounds
Hurried thoughts slithers to surface
Closed eyes, blurs the line
Bandaged scars, rip it off!
Let the blood flow cleansing the slate
Beady eyes, gape reproachfully
Looks into stare until it grips
Pain a threshold so elusive
Talk is ammo for the poor
Grit your teeth into a grind
Comfort heartbeats with every click
The chambers filled each every one
Pull the trigger as they turn to run
Belittle the truth, it gives no solace
Revenge speaks in deafening terms
Find honesty in death alone
For tonight evil will dance.
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