© Harvest
Playing upon weaknesses
only to weaken my will
actions made to shred bliss
intent to innocently kill.
What have I done to you I'd ask
but I know you'd just deny
feign ignorance to evil tasks
strutting around draped in pride.
Though it pains me, more than Ill show
I'll pretend it did not hurt at all
and truly inside I pity your soul
you wont be so tall when harvest calls.
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