Honor bound
I will be the first
Expose who you are
Break it into verse
Written clearly
For all to see
Inked and printed
Laid at your feet

Shiny reflection
Looking glass
The words
Peer into your future
Present and past

Given my word
To an angry ghost
Reveal your miserable life
Break it into verse

Damaged child
Love mingled with hate
A disfuntional family
The heart could not keep pace

A handsome young man
Easily deceived
Wore your heart so tender
Visible on your sleeve

An old man emerged now
Bitter violent and sour
Worried only about the hearse
Deaths coming hour

So I have compiled these events
I am the first
To tell your story
Verse by verse


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