Vengeance - Poem by Randy McClave
Vengeance is mine so said the Lord,
I will destroy the wicked with my sword
Judging and judgement will be mine alone
As what I reap, will first had been sewn.
Hate is like fire it will only consume
First the soul, then the mind will be exhumed
The pleasure of man's victory is so very brief
But in the end there is no satisfaction, but only grief.
Randy L. McClave
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