Revenge is cold, but is it worth it?

Such a feeling is revenge
like a predator to lie in wait
to forsake all other comforts
to be consumed by this hate

the desire to exact punishment
to watch them grovel at your feet
then to be trodden underfoot
to see them crumble in defeat

At last this moment so victorious
your hand so paused to maim
your victim begging for mercy
your sanity finally reclaimed

soon the fatal blow was struck
but the person defeated is you!
your victim lays dead at your feet
but sadly ti's you that has been subdued

The End

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