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.
Copyright © Aaron Butcher | Year Posted 2019
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