Nemesis
Twisted wrong
Stepped over upon
I glare up to see
While on the ground
I see myself
To be the one
Who tortured me all along
And I now see
What wrong
I've done to myself
The voice in command
is a ruthless Lieutenant
Whipping my behind
Wounds apparent
Scars remnant
No, don't add salt to my wounds
Forgiveness so precious
Such temporary doses
A passive shield that looms
Before my nemesis
Before myself
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