Vengeful imagination
Even without a sense of revenge
Gives me pleasure
Without belittling the honor.

Deception is visible, but still,
Driven by this passion
I hit the enemy in the face
And I scoff: "Hello!"

Strange, but forgives again
Your heart is cruelty
Conscience leaves
Terrible loneliness.

Only returning to myself,
I'm amazed at myself:
Who was, turning around,
Such a creature in me ..