No revenge, just poetry.
Play fair or lose everything.
Choose the right cards to fold or raise;
choose the right piece to move, or else checkmate.
Choose the battles you prefer to win—do not outwit me.
You don't have to send your army of evil just to make me change my ways. Nah.

I prefer my words like ice—
my tongue, a blade honed to perfection.
My presence shatters like broken mirrors,
leaving only jagged reflections behind.
And when my eyes meet yours,
they do not waver—only burn with disgust.

Even if you thought you already won—nah, I am just warming up.
If you thought I was scared just because I didn’t overreact, you assume too much.
Looks can ****—take note.
What kills you most isn’t how I look at you,
but the way it itches you to see me not give a f*ck.