Revenge Poem by Pierre Pabstel

Revenge



With my knife in your chest
And your blood on the floor
On my hands, on the walls
Your life is no more

For all the pain
You caused to me
I let it fly
But now you see

I thrive on revenge
The virtue of hate
And now you've met
Your eternal fate

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Pierre Pabstel

Pierre Pabstel

New Brunswick, Canada
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