In twisted minds, a fire breeds
A burning rage that never ceases
Hatred's flame that fuels the need
For revenge, a vengeful creed
With anger's sting, a bitter taste
A hatred that will never waste
The fire that consumes the heart
A burning desire to tear apart
But in the depths of hatred's sea
Lies a darkness that will not be free
A vengeful anger that will not cease
Until the object of its ire releases
The pain and suffering it has known
The hate and anger that will not atone
The burning need to make it right
The vengeful cry of "I'll make it night"
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