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
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