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81 Vengeance We wear our plans of vengeance deep beneath the layers of normal life; gentle handshakes, sweetly cologned, always smiling “welcome in”; and sometimes when we are not thinking about it it is forgotten, as if the storehouse of hurt was never there. then in a wave of memory, the wound smarts again and we find the pulse of our hate slowly gathering heat in the skin. i placed a curse on a white man, once; a silent curse i told to no one, and you will never know the sweet satisfaction of seeing him go blind, decrepit and despondent in his waning years; and i spoke my pleasure to no one. For days, i woke with something oddly pleasant, a lightness of hope renewed, making the day an anticipated joy; during all those lovable days i would laugh a lot. the taste of vengeance is too sweet for a heart of Christ. i repent. i sin. ...

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