Thank You For the Butchery
I stand still here, as I stood there
when your lexis ripped me bare.
Thank you for the butchery.
I am now used to your tirade barrage
that disparage me like stale garbage.
Thank you for the butchery.
Consider, I accept my faults
when I am to, in your courts
but you still cut more wounds
than time can pace on the grounds.
Thank you for the butchery;
But still you say you care
which shows me your flowery
which downplays your butchery
that shows me the other you, there
…(ps): thank you for the care.
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