Contrapassoby Nicole Limos

I cannot contain this wrath anymore <BR>Let me release this globule hollow <BR>Let this be one of those that will move up <BR>from under the rivers of Inferno <BR>that will prick your heart like a needle <BR>as you swim and clamor in the angry waters <BR><BR>The liquid's heat will strip off <BR>my sanguine suit you forced to wear <BR>on your malancholic existence <BR>The water's putrid will be part of your breath <BR>as you swallow and vomit its pollution <BR>And as you desire to have acknowledged <BR>(even by uttering in simple words) that you are a mimic <BR><BR>You dwell in that circle <BR>only because I wish you to-- <BR>For my bubble to prick your heart in pain <BR>For myself to be removed from you <BR>For my wrath today to turn into anger, and then calmness, <BR>and then satisfaction <BR><BR>You will then go to the eighth circle <BR><BR>And I (just wanting to make you suffer employing my own capacity), <BR>will move out of the Inferno.