Maybe the fool was me, gave all my trust to someone whose records are worst than his cliché wordings. The dichotomy between forgiveness and revenge seems to be ambiguous. The ostensibly known intellect was taught by the ignoramus.
The possibility of forgiveness is seen distant as I view it in the present. There is a long journey ahead, and the chances of having shortcut is the same gap in comparison to our intellectual capacity. Thus, the possibility of meeting new friends would be so easy, rather than your way on how you recruited people to bring me down.
Look where you brought me, the hatred grew like a rose blooming on every season. My fury will never be quelled. I denounce every trace of your fraudulence. The incessant loathing of a person who suffered enough torment from worshipping imbeciles will never come to end.
This is uncensored, picture me as a nightmare brimming with vengeance.
Come and inaugurate my sacrifice to divine malevolence.
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PoetryThis book is all about betrayals on friendships, invalid feelings, untangled fates, and taciturn and morose secrets. This is currently in the state of revision.
