Bellicose
A dream is what I held true....
true- to the belief so much
I confided in you..
Underneath it all..you held fast to an
alter-ego that came unglued...
Such a comfortable liar you've become..
while you were taming the shrew-
You pretended to listen with such
genuine intent-
Only to reinforce your hold...
on future repents..
Hiding all that was real in you-
creep out slowly when times
went askew...
You think that you've always been the same
But- you know what is inside you-
and who is really to blame...
I've stood tried and true...
only to have your sanctimonious bulls**t
faulter as you spewed..
You had such power with yourself-
But..as time passed karma
is slowly dealt...
When it comes time for your turn
for all things to come round...
It will come back ten fold...
leaving you hopelessly bound..
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