Really, make retribution your master and your king?
Really, consider making realised vengeance sing?
Really, can you fixate on angst enough to wreak havoc.
Really, lose control, lash out, slash and burn, run amok.
 
I get it, feel it, but I hope I can continue to power down.
To box up, to rationalise and to disperse that frown.
Yes anger, vitriol, at the injustice and all of that pain.
Defeated, depleted, I feel like a loser once again.
 
But you’re not taking ownership of the line I created.
It is my line, not yours, however much you’re hated.
If vengeance is mine, on my terms, it’s served cold.
Done unto others, fear of reprisal, your chalice to hold.