Revenge is sweet.
But, forbidden to taste.
Anger is my wife, and I...
Now hold the fruit in mine own hand.
Knowing that my Father spoke not to eat,
I compared the powers between Him and my wife.
I measured as if she could contrast.
I knew she could not, and should not.
But, I hesitated on 'would not',
and tasted the forbidden.
And it was sweet...at first.
In the end, it was the sourest taste one could ever contain.
And there is no one to shift the blame.
Only I remain...guilty as charged,
because I believe revenge is sweet.

 
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