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An embodying mass of faces Impedes closer,

You continue to berate my every breath,

Being the object of your malice,

I crumbled pathetically in silence,

Waiting for the moment to come,

A deplorable act never goes unseen,

You too shall fall before a crowd,

Bellowing in agony for mercy,

Just wait.



Blood filled tears tremble down my cheeks,

Whimpers like whispers float on stale air,

Yet my mind is wondering elsewhere,

Pondering your approaching demise,

All those times you criticized me,

All those agonizing tears that you caused,

Oh wait you don't recall those things,

Sooner than later you will remember,

Just wait