Retribution

A fool

You have made

Of someone in your school of deception



The trauma unfolds

In this drama

You scripted



A bastard you have been

And still are,

Living nonchalantly on the island



A quiet drag

On this cigarette,

Plotting



To my knife you will speak

Red words will spill,

Retribution



Your end

By my hand

Inevitable

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Harvestor of sorrow...

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