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The Return












The Return




What I love about stupidity/
Is its fluidity/
You little things/
Dont even sit to think/
About the bitter stink/
Of your own minds, useless and weak/
You choose distantly/
Fighting me without the threat of bruises and pink/
Skin introduced to my two fists and bleed-/
Ing knuckles, then let's have a new dinner feast/
As you choke on this ruthlessness, reams/
Of paper, that move, digging these/
Graves with boom, hit or swing/
And if you wish for me/
To shut up, then grab your crew, infantry/
Made of rude simmering/
Impotent tempers and exhumed middling/
Pathetic idiots, regardless of your duel withering/
Ideals the proof's living, breath-/
Ing and will soon live with me/
Cause Ill be home soon, snickering/
As the truth's shimmering/
Above you, your doom glistening/
Above a fools' history/
Pull and shoot, pistols' sing/
In the fat hands of the cruel mistress we'd/
Loved, she cooed sinister/
As her ruse finished her/
And the elder, you'll rue differently/
Because you were the bloom, inner gleam/
Of light, you christened me/
After deployment you soothed, whispering/
Welcome home, but now we're two drifting streams/
From the same ocean, but are you listening/
Ungrateful/
Some shameful/
Turn of events, after they pruned flimsy trees/
Of fatigue nude listlessly/
Then withdraw criminally/
When I moved swift and mean/
And despite what you think, shrewd, limiting/
I'll never give a fuck if you've "forgiven me"/


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