Vengeance

We try to get even,
we try to get back,
but in essence we need,
character, we lack.

Revenge is a poison,
it damages us all,
we think its the answer,
but it's really our fall.

It puts up a wall,
between our friends and our love,
nothing can fix it,
lest a lonely peace dove.

So we must succumb to it straight away
for fear we get hot, and steer our life astray.

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