Reflections On Revenge Quatrain

Revenge is not a mirror It reflects no light A precursor to life A virus Serving one god before the crime There in the dark When you wake up A ghost Ugly breath and matching face There you are confronted By an image crystal clear A beard If you are a woman Smooth skin turns into wrinkles You must stink of sin wafting with A cheap perfume Grab the image by the throat Choke it, hurt it, it won't die Only the reflection once upon A time Exactly where you start is where you end sweet revenge On being born Again