I wonder

 What would you do

if I tell them,

to all of them,

if I tell them,

all those sacred secrets

you want to remain

abolished,

far out of the way

of those amateurish frogs?

what would you do then

If I send

If I sell

your reputation

and let it flow

and go and fall

in procastinated tongues?

To hear every-silent-word

now croaned and croaked

in the highest voice

telling the truth about you

your mischievous mind

and your stone heart?

How would you feel then

if you wake up

and you find out

that every-lie-carefully-built

is now gone

and destroyed

into pieces

of rough materials,

shelled by

the best missile?

How it would be

to see you paying

as much as I paid

alone

for all OUR mistakes

as much as you deserve

my sweetest revenge?

Painting: The Triumph of Justice by Hans Von Aachen