How I wish for that cold and flinty stare
the one that tells you 'I don't care'
to hold another, at arm's length
would seem to need so little strength
But, I am weak and've not the heart
it seems it takes, to show no heart
I've trembled, quaked and even quivered
when the time required that I deliver
a simple no; or not today
a trivial act; a slight delay
Instead I bear this morbid need
to supplicate; to please, to bleed
apologies and explanations
the most sincere substantiations
Do they make the deed seem so less
than these sins that I must now confess?
I've prayed to God to make me feared
not loved, respected, nor revered
Alas, he did not make me ruthless,
I'm cursed to live my life, still toothless
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