I am about to enter the lion’s lair
And I am the beast who will feed on his roar
The anger I devour grows in me
Strengthening me
Even as my innards are pulled out of my mouth
As he feasts on my insides,
I give him the poison of that he thought was a friend
And little by little,
as I watch him die,
be killed slowly by my loathing,
A mischievous smirk creeps on my lips
Signifying my victory
in this plotted revenge
---5 January 2007---
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