“In the cauldron of my soul, a tempest brews,
Fueled by the sting of betrayal’s bruise.
Blood boils hot, a seething rage,
As I confront the slights of this darkened stage.
I offered love, a pure and gentle flame,
Yet in return, you played a treacherous game.
My trust shattered, my heart laid bare,
I’m consumed by fury, beyond compare.
“Off with your fucking head!” my battle cry,
As vengeance beckons, swift and sly.
In this game of chess, where cunning reigns,
I’ll plot my moves, erase your gains.
I do not forget, each slight, each cut,
My memory sharp, like a dagger’s thrust.
For I am the architect of my own fate,
And vengeance shall come, however late.
So fear my wrath, when you least expect,
For I am the master of every aspect.
In this realm of shadows, where deceit lingers,
I’ll reclaim my honor, with swift fingers.“
~ @hyghvybratyonal
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