Saturday, January 2, 2010

The Foul Stench of a Liar's Breath

Sir you do no justice for me,
Your lies and hatred are all you need.
I never once did turn my back,
But mine you eyed with a sharpened knife.
We had a bond like a strong sibling tie,
But you based it all on sickly lies.
I do know now how to break a bond,
Push the liar out and keep your head held strong.
I need not look back and feel anger.
I know my place and here I am no stranger.
We may meet later on life's path,
But towards you I will stray no further.
We're parting ways here you vile twisted twit,
Maybe when you perish and I stand ever lasting,
You will realize the mistakes made by your snake forked tongue.

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