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Sunday, 8 January 2017

Poem: Revenge

Your selfishness shone through the dark, 
Rhyming with your name, 
Like the bane of your vain existence.  
All the rules are set by you alone, 
Religion is a mere excuse, 
When things do not turn in your favor. 

I've been faithful in my duty, 
As your friend and confidante, 
But that was to the you I thought I knew. 
Tonight was an excellent performance, 
My sobriety was the best pairing, 
To this dish of selfish desire, 

Plated with your carefully conceived lies, 
But you forgot who I am, my dear, 
And I will eat it all up, every drop. 
I will swallow it all without a word, 
But know that I'd be sharpening my knife, 
For revenge is a dish best served cold. 

Copyright © 2016 thearcticstar

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