My, my it's different now,
can't you see?
Your lying words,
hold no effect on me.
You talk and talk,
by rambling on..
I no longer hear,
You're already gone.
No more strange mystery,
Or false accusation.
The past is labeled history,
By your chapter's self condemnation.
You bare no one's respect,
By the choices that you chose.
I long since turned the page,
Of a book that should've remained closed.
If you're still breathing,
it's not too late.
You still have time,
To repent of your fate.
It's sad to see,
you inflict affliction.
It was unnecessary to me,
I hold Devine benediction.
Your actions, no less, shameful,
Each day a little more.
Poisoned like an apple,
Rotten to it's core.
©trazz79
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