Rest In What You'Re Doing
You get what you give
Now I'm simply returning the favor
Of all the deception
You so graciously delivered
Around you I only smile
Despite the insults that you guile
If you wanted to be happy you could too
But you just can't stop the things you do
Call me heartless or even ruthless
My sympathy for you remains fruitless
You dug this grave and I can only hope
It's comfortable enough for you
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