What form doth vengeance present, its face a smiling guise
A moment of sudden force, its force a brutal surprise Flesh, bone and mind, a casualty left behind Power, control, oppress, designed to destroy and grind Innocence repealed, a damaged soul recoiled Senses cramped in pain, a being most soiled Justification, a focus most direct, don’t see Pain inflicted, arrow from its quiver, ripple set free Weeping sore, poison extracted, poultice prepared, for you Pestilence pervades, rancid aroma enters on cue Your conscience, in quandary, nostrils filled with fear You judge yourself, yourself convicted, you hear
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