A Wile and Away
Now, I won’t say I love you no more
-not like I could with a straight face before
I’ve already reached your rotten core
To those spaces no one cares to explore
Benefits far too lost to reap
Lie upon lie you add to your heap
Like a limbless horse, like a worthless creep
Them disasters don’t make a peep
No they show in your every strive
In every worm you deprive
You the baked potato—I’m the chive
The fallen bit—the stricken thrive
I ain’t so peach n’ cream no more,
I’ve a wile and a way to the floor
I’ve kept all your ashes in store
And your whinin’ is making me sore
Yeah in that hellhole, delving deep
I find your wayside fib too steep
Downward I’ll plummet—you’ll weep
As the Lord I pray my soul to keep
Your dirty heart, it’s like a pitfall dive
Down a fire of pity and false drive
Aching to pull those ghouls into your lie
Till they bury themselves alive
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