Genetic Offering
Going to hell and back
Definitely no fun
I’d still take that journey if it’s called upon
My genetic makeup demands me to do so
Willing to put my own game on pause
to oversee the progress of an entity
that has no real bearing on me.
To see such despicable actions
spin around on an ungrateful axis
leaving an undesired taste,
Bitter for the moment,
Sour in the long-term,
The pulp of the juice went to waste.
I exercised my ability to remain
but not when having spit propelled in my face
Deep down the sadness will settle until the ordeal can be displaced
The energetic consumption is totally misplaced
The results may not have a happy ending
I had a special interest
I am not wanted
Nor appreciated
So why continue to nurture if the priorities are in another state?
I am rewriting my genetic code to unload my responsibility
No person should be left behind but in this hypocritical case
I prefer to keep things clean rather than develop any more hostility.
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