Intro:
This poem descends into the moment betrayal is no longer hidden and rage learns to speak. What begins as loyalty rots into illusion, and from that fracture, wrath is born—not as chaos, but as intention. Read with caution: this is the anatomy of a soul pushed past forgiveness.
Outro:
And when the echoes fade, what remains is not victory, but silence—the kind that forces reflection. Wrath may feel like release, but it leaves scars deeper than betrayal ever did. This poem does not ask for forgiveness or justification; it stands as a witness to what happens when pain is left to fester and the soul chooses fire over healing. What comes after wrath is the question that lingers.
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