Anger built inside my body like a forest fire,
The thoughts in my mind threw logs to help this epidemic grow,
To see this man’s downfall was my desire,
His pain, like a death by torture, would be nice and slow.

Humiliation is the goal of my plan,
His face flushed red and rivers running down his face,
Standing in misery would be this man,
On my tongue, revenge is what I will taste.

I’ll hit him where it hurts the most,
His family will also feel my wrath,
In the flames of my anger, they would roast,
Their fate was decided when he chose his path.

My plan does not stop there and will never finish,
Not until his life is diminished.