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IF SIN, IF SIN
If sin means hurting you,
Then I love to sin,
For I love hurting you,
I sit for hours and meditate, upon my anger for your sake,
For hate,
Just so I don't forget,
I don't want to forget,
And I don't want to forgive,
Otherwise, I fear you will strike again,
Hence I will cook and stew my anger till it is ready for soup,
In a boiling pot of rage,
That I wish to unveil,
Served on a venomous bowl of remorseless doom.
İalexandralydiakhamoji
Then I love to sin,
For I love hurting you,
I sit for hours and meditate, upon my anger for your sake,
For hate,
Just so I don't forget,
I don't want to forget,
And I don't want to forgive,
Otherwise, I fear you will strike again,
Hence I will cook and stew my anger till it is ready for soup,
In a boiling pot of rage,
That I wish to unveil,
Served on a venomous bowl of remorseless doom.
İalexandralydiakhamoji
Published 19th Nov 2018
Author's Note
Someone so hurt and bent on revenge. But meant to be delivered in a satirical way.
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