Vengeance is a cup
A cup filled to the
brim
To commemorate the
moment
Where I claim my win
I vanquished my
greatest rivals
Left them in cold
defeat
They’ll never be the
same
They’ll never claim
my seat
I finally reached the
top
And proved my haters
wrong
I proved that I am
greater
And have been all
along
My enemies now locked
away
Stripped of all they
own
Chained up in a dank
dungeon
Left to weep and moan
My guards go down to
them
Armed with a mere cup
They hold it to my captives faces
So their tears would
fill it up
Then as I feast in
glory
Up in my great palace
The guards come to my
table
And fill up my golden
chalice
I eat the food of
kings
But my drink is oh so
clear
I want to taste the
sweetness
Of every single tear
One thing I can’t ignore
As I wine and dine
The tears of my
enemies
Their taste is just
like mine