I broke bread and
Shared my liquor while
You spit trash on mine
Behind my back
You bruised her ***
And took a hike
The animosity is like
Sandpaper on my
Red eyes are fixated
On your demise
It's hard not to fantasize
What it would feel like
To smash my knuckles
Cracking your bones.
You'll never atone
For blasphemous words
Turned against your own
Exiled from home
And I hope you
Die alone.