Revenge Six Point Zero
Misfortune always comes in threes
Embrace me, much to my displease
This wrath I intend to release
Go and get as much as you please
You killed me once, twice, even thrice
'Conjured fire to collide with ice
Tormenting me has been your vice
And now you have to pay the price
There's no word from you that was true
Savor my wrath, I once warned you
Potion of revenge now I brew
Sign here, this is long-overdue
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