Hamlet missed his chance
Antigone would've ousted Creon quicker given the stance
Had Lenin the foresight he'd have placed his bets on Trotsky
What options does that leave me?
you can know you're not them


The voices in my head speak softly as the man I want dead paints what it would cost me
To exact revenge
Make his world end
And mine, its a fine line to debate on crossing
You could let it go

I'm blameless here, no?
He's the one who sold his soul
He landed a hit, but he better have another punch to throw.
Swing at me!
I promise you I won't go gently
You can forget it

What would the wise say?
If you turn away there's a price to pay
An eye for an eye and
a lie for a lie
This cuckold better say goodbye
You can forgive

Do you think Montresor has any regrets?
There was no tell-tale heart beating when he laid himself rest.
Was he satisfied?

I know what I'm doing
I'm passing this test
The wise can watch his demise
Game
Set


Fine, you've made up your mind, enjoy your story being lost in time.
Enjoy your rhyme or reason for convincing only yourself this man is guilty of treason.
You're going to take a part of yourself with this, you've let your temper grow.

Hey, where'd you go?