My Bad

Accept this rare and actual gesture I honestly mean, My amends I direct towards the one who is unseen. No more will my hatred be directed specifically at you, I never offer this unless I deem it honest and true. All I have to say is *I'm Sorry* no longer will I take it out on you. I realize that it's not your fault that I finally got a clue. Never can I just live the hidden lie, Ignor the strength of my words that some will deny. You shouldn't hate this poetry, it's where my words excell, Within this framework of artistry i cast and control the spell, So if you cannot handle words that i write, Then so mote it be I'll accept your smite. Don't take it so personal the compositions I create, Yours truly and forever in eternal blasphmate.