My chocolate dipped sword,
Such a bitter lullaby.
A burden at the least,
As the honored soldier cried

Don't make me just a product
Of your twisted memories.
You're making something out of nothing,
Turning broccoli into trees.

Yet, another moment passes.
The clock ticks perfectly in time
With my slow and steady heartbeat,
Unaware of your latest crime.

Oh, excuse me sir, but I failed to see
The crown upon your head.
Did you think that since you disapproved,
I'd just be left for dead?

Once again, you've been mistaken.
I can simply ignore your song.
Your facade just doesn't work on me,
I've seen it for too long.

So goodbye to all the judging.
Farewell to you and yours.
"Take thy beak from out my heart,
And take thy form from off my door."