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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