You can't kill something that's already soaked in mustard gas
The common misconception is that revenge is so sweet
Believing that treachery is such a massive feat
When you itch and burn, coming down with heat stroke
Your brightness is blinding, better don your cloak
Be stifled, your zeal is concealed
Do you beg for mercy? On bended knee you kneel?
Turn it off as it progresses like a movie reel?
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