How I wish the blade upon you
Your lips are benign to all
Yet your heart, malignant
You believe that you know my pain
That you think I deserve it all
So should I gouge your heart?
To give a sample of it?
You had no shame to embrace
One committed to another.
Your selfish ambitions are the death
Of you.
You're not even worth the dust of Earth
Your touch is cold
The steel of Brutus' dagger
Into Caesar's back.
Oh how your statue has evolved
You never cared about me,
Brutus.
For if I am true of your intentions,
Then God's judgment will rain upon you.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
How I wish the blade upon you
Your lips are benign to all
Yet your heart, malignant
You believe that you know my pain
That you think I deserve it all
So should I gouge your heart?
To give a sample of it?
You had no shame to embrace
One committed to another.
Your selfish ambitions are the death
Of you.
You're not even worth the dust of Earth
Your touch is cold
The steel of Brutus' dagger
Into Caesar's back.
Oh how your statue has evolved
You never cared about me,
Brutus.
For if I am true of your intentions,
Then God's judgment will rain upon you.
Written September 13, 2009 @ 4:50 AM CDT
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