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Mar 2018
you think you're in control

you think you can do whatever you're want

my very existence proves that you're can't

strapped on this chair thats bolted to the ground

i've brought a bat with me

sturdy, sound

swing - snap - scream

i love that voice, the noise

it brings music to my ears

scream to the heavens for help

but they will not find you here

swing - crack - groan

you're being messy

you've smeared my bat with your blood

letting it pool onto the floor

i need to teach you a lesson

just a few more

swing - thud - fall

your head droops over your chest

you look like you're about to break

that's good

you took my love away from me

ordered them to do things for your benefit

i don't do that

i know respect

you don't respect them that way

so i will teach you what respect is

with my bat that's covered with your blood stains
an old piece that follows the same style as one of my previous poems
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