With an unnamed wrath, meaningless acrimony. . .
Hard is my desire to forgive thee, but Oh!
Do you deserve to be forgiven?
No, I know, it should not be,
For you are not a brigand, you are no con.
But who knows, only I know,
That you are an unpardonable felon. . .
The most dreadful sinner yet born;
Yet the veil of your guilelessness
keeps you ensconced from all.
None reckons your treacherous volition,
Of breaching one's amour, one's emotion.
The sole I has learned of you, and so will
All. For heaven hides nothing from its views,
The Wrath incurred by Him, will be showered,
and wipe away that veil of obligingness
That hides the evil shrine of yours.
And then i will smile at thee, just as you do now . . .
And Say Justice is a powerful thing,
Which comes to all, and comes to thee,
Just as it came to me.
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