You weaken their soul
With one intention
To seem helpful is the goal
A devil's invention
In words you are kind
In actions you are not
Searching to find
just the right spot
To get revenge on the past
A vengeance, buried deep
You must reach it fast
To finally sleep
You've forced yourself to forget
Lost the source of your grief
In that your fate is set
A path without relief
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