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Deal With Adversity

Method to the madness? I think so, You play a vindictive game with my mind Trying to make me weak, Wanting me to breakdown I refuse, I refuse to satisfy your five year old mind Try to change me I have news This is the real world For you I am adversity For you I am opposition Don’t like confrontation? Don’t feed the fire of rage which builds inside me Blood boiling internally Feeling like a fresh pot of stew Tipping over Over the brim Just to share I may burn you I want to burn the skin of your aged face So it evaporates leaving the rank smell of decay And deceased flesh Don’t test me sweetheart I’ve walked this line many a time but I have grown And I have matured So I refuse I refuse to scathe you To rip you To tear you Like I so terribly want to Give me my guido ring and let me imprint it on your forehead You’ve crossed the lines too many times And now you’re do Though all is well You have severity over me You are by definition ‘crazy’ Your disrespect fills me with rage, Like you’ve spat, You’ve spat, On my face You just need to learn to deal To keep to yourself and find a way to heal For you I wish the best Because I am consoled by the fact that when you die My heart will still beat.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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