Virtuous Fists

Forgive and forget

How about rage and flames

Scorched earth

Bloody blows

Charcoal conscience, blackened by ire

Forged upon the belt

Feasted upon my kindness

Love knows me not

Forgiveness forgave me not

No, for my wrath is my shield

Upon my shield lays your head

Burned upon my memory

Conclave behind my back

Soaked up my light

For nothing left, but the abyss you left

Voided and nullified

I am a mummified spirit

A spirit of wraith

Forgive you? I would rather scorn you.

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