I Still Have Not Forgiven Those Who Have Wronged Me

Word to my worst enemy Even when the songbirds pray Over the eulogies, given by faceless ignorant monoliths All your unused stilettos and unfinished machinations locked away in a mahogany box, never to be shown to the world, the wide world still acting and pretending to long for just one more moment of your existence, i will still laugh ?? in the most haughty and flairogant flashion as i did when you told me that you were actually my worst enemy. Tis more thrilling and less tedious to engage battle with a butterfly than thou.