Why must my thoughts of vengeance return?
I despise the hatred within,
the control it takes over the body:
my blood boils over
and my muscles hold tense,
poised like coiled snakes
so eager to unleash their rage
in a flash of violent fury.
at times I tremble because
my thoughts can be darker
than the sin of Cain.
There are brothers whose malevolent hearts
I would tear, still pulsing, from their chests,
and I would spit in their faces
as I dangled the vessels of lifeblood
before their failing eyes.
I am as sorry for these thoughts
as I am that so many sins
are swallowed, accepted,
unanswered and unpunished.
Alas, the stroke of justice
is not mine to give,
but oh, how thoughts of vengeance
boil within.
Bolivar and San Martin: Guayaquil, Ecuador
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It hurts to feel so angry! I don't like it at all.
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