I loved you,
Though I knew you, with
Your barbaric conscience
My misguided heart
Has been set right
Prepare for your atonement
And pay for your derision
Scorned I was, now I scorn you
Humiliation turns on you
Anger never favored you
Revenge, the only answer
Confrontation—never better
My hate runs deep,
Resentment bred from lonely nights
I pitied you at first
Those days are gone,
And you should know that
If I tremble at your footsteps,
It is my courage shining through
Yearning to show you your handiwork
And if I tremble under your glare
It's not because I'm scared
If I tremble when you beg for mercy
You'll know it's joyous vindication
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