A weapon, to use to even the odds
An anger to vent, to beat with steel rods
A venom to milk, to force him to suffer long
To get him back, so that he suffer for his wrong
A hate long to nurse, but quick to act
A a vow to finish, a blood bound pact
A vow to make sure all odds are evened in the end
A clash of hate, between two once loving friends
A reason for wrath, and an urge to hurt
A fuse to burn, bright and short
Such is revenge, the path for sweetness of vengeance assured
Yet long will you bleed upon that 2 headed sword
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