VENGENCE

Pushing on like a holy man awaiting redemption, you grimace for the evil you find.

Your love was that of a hurricane, only destruction followed your unforgiveable wake.

I play house with this holocaust, haunted by the scars you left behind.

Still, i smile and lick my wounds, my soul you could not take.

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