Revenge, a fire that sears the soul,
Dig two holes for me and you,
The ground smells sweet with decay,
In darkness, shadows dance and sway.
My fury cools the days away,
As bitter thoughts consume the fray,
Yet deep within, a whispered plea,
For solace, healing, to be free.
Counting on revenge, I stand,
A trembling heart, a shaking hand,
But as I face this vengeful quest,
A voice inside stirs in my chest.
“Forgiveness,” it whispers, soft and low,
“Can heal the wounds and make you whole,
Release the chains of wrath and spite,
And find the strength to set things right.”
Revenge, dig two holes for me and you,
The ground smells sweet with decay,
My fury cools the days away,
Counting on revenge, I sway.
So, in the face of rage and pain,
I choose to break revenge’s chain,
And from the depths of sweet decay,
A brighter path, I’ll forge today.
