Like a knife in sheep's clothing
My pain found pleasure in my sorrow
I crave the taste of revenge
As blood drips
From the tip of that knife
I thought the warm steel
Had been submerged
In thy enemy's flesh and slightly
Chipped away at bone
I licked off my successes
And tasted my own ignorance
Like a fool,
In heat
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