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Jul 2010
Your sense of delusion makes me sick
and while I thought that I was good at it,
my efforts don't seem to amount to ****
next to the heaps that you've harvested.

I swear your face is a place only for waste
and your eyes tell lies that pile to the sky.
To find that you've not mustered a sense humility
might be a worldwide shock, but is no surprise to me.

I know **** wellΒ Β just who you are
and I know where you've come from.
Yet, I still don't understand the things
that we had once begun.

I swear you turn demons out from angels
and could make a Moon out of the Sun.
Just know that I'll be the one who's laughing
after all is said and all is done.
NBURNS 2010
Written by
Nick Burns  Ash Tree Lane
(Ash Tree Lane)   
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