the hand of burnt regret
clutches tight to the coal
that they'd never forget
and pursue their one goal
embers like anthracite
lit up their path
and promised to ignite
their anger and wrath
this is no mere gripe
that kindles their fury
as vendettas grow ripe
to play judge and jury
beware of the soul
with a coal in it's fist
they're never made whole
as they'll cease to exist
to let go of that rage
is a life doomed to fade
an unfinished page
a debt left unpaid
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