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Hello, old friend
"Grievance upon you,
My mere mortal kin.
You didn’t try hard enough,
Now sit with your sin"
I’ve sat here before,
And I know your game.
You feed on my sorrow
And wear it as shame.
"You can hide if you wish
Even run if you'd like,
But all’s not forgiven,
You're holding the knife"
This knife is my burden,
I know it too well,
But it cuts you as deeply
I’ll send you to hell.
"Blame becomes victimless
When cast on oneself.
Now get in here, boy,
You’ll keep on the shelf"
I’ve walked in your shadow,
I’ve stood in your cold,
Yet I still awaken
To these stories of old.
"Well, endure the dark
Let’s see if you’re bold!
For these are the truths
That you had foretold"
I know I foretold it,
I can break it as well.
These truths are your prison,
To me this is hell.
"We'll hold your heart close,
You can be free and forget"
It's not really a choice then,
I'll sit in regret.
Copyright ©
Daniel Barrass
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