TWO THOUSAND AND TWO

Take this as a balm:

she's gonna die

eventually.

Him, too.

By the end of the century

they'll all be dead

and you won't have to worry about them

or vengeance

ever again.

You will have peace of mind

as their pieces rot

wherever they may be.

Your enemies;

all those who hurt you

wronged you

crossed you in any way

will not survive

they'll have passed away.

Of course

you'll be dead, too

but every rose has its thorns

right?