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VII: Violence…

(inferno)

VII: Violence…

“Those who possessed a thirst for violence are condemned to drown in a lake of boiling blood...”

my blood boils at the feel of you near
my left eye burns at the sight of your smiling wife
her throat will surely make a fine sheath for my knife
and to think, I once thought of you as the love of my life 

my heart begs for the day you'll have your back towards me
then I will take out my knife and stab you there like you did me
you thought I would never know?
I saw you smile and kiss her bow

but I won't smile or shed a tear
I won't rejoice in exaltation for all to hear
for I know the seventh circle of hell still awaits me
after I do unto you what you once did unto me
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zZz
 

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Pratibha Savani

hello zzleepy....sounds like revenge!! Strong verses that explode. Excellent write and mood created. Px
 

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zZzleepy

Revenge best served hot lol. Thanks for the read and stars P! ❤❤

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Marion

Love it...dark deep and infused with the kind of thoughts we all have in really stressful hurtful.times( even if we prefer to pretend we do not..lol) enjoyed 💕

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zZzleepy

Too true. And we all know these violent delights have violent ends...but still rage consumes even the best of us...thanks for the love and stars Marion! ❤❤❤

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