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Fortune





Today the past reasserted/
Itself, sneaky vermin/
It seems the world is/
Falling when I think I'm perfect/
Hit my knees and purchase/
Another sleeve of burden/
The scenes I burn them/
Everytime they come and beat my worth in/
I didnt need or deserve this/
But you bequeathed this curse, this/
Demon lurking/
In the dark, the same as the seasons twirl and/
Pass through/
I ask you/
Was it even worth it/
Because you've been defeated, interred and/
I still cant seem to purge this/
Bleakness, curb it/
It stinks and moves with/
Darkness, inky fluid/
Creepy nuisance/
This isn't evening news, it's/
Common, believe me, you just/
Dont know my deepest, truest/
Thoughts when I'm eager, stupid/
To hurt a weak and useless/
Sleeping student/
Of how to fail at life, to live for the weekend's soothing/
Mix of tequila, booze and/
Weed and boosting/
Your confidence/
By talking shit/
To your woman everytime she's walking in/
Then leaves the room with/
Another beaming bruise and/
Reasons to quit/
A marriage that's already deceased and cooling/
Because if it werent for you I wouldnt be problematic/
Caught and trapped in/
This constant battle/
Between despondent, mad and/
Charmed and happy/
I'm calm and cracking/
My fists strong and campy/
Appalled but standing/
On my own two tall and calloused/
Feet, because I've fought and slashed just/
To be me today, you fucking ponderous fat ass/
Every instant my head stands watch and scans in/
The horizon for the monster trampling/
Towards our gate, takes barrages, passion-/
Ate fury, and launches at them/
I've been called a massive/
Trader by the ones that conned and strapped me/
Into their narrative, when I broke free they'd start harassing/
Me with charged attacks and/
A song of slander/
You're all irration-/
Al pawns and backwards/
None of you are smart or masters/
Of this game, so fall on massive/
Swords and crawl you bastards/
Because you never cared how I was coping/
Time eroded/
Your memories while mine exploded/
I would hope that/
You wouldnt treat your Grandchildren with the vile spoken/
Words you levied at me, your love was the entire joke that/
Youd hide with cronies/
In the widest open/
Plains, then you cry and choke when/
You're forced to try your own med-/
Icine, is it setting in/
That you left your oldest child broken/
I've awoken/
And you cant buy or own this/
Story because it's mine alone and/
You tried demoting/
Your own blood, when you die I'm toasting/
To beguiling fortune/
There'll be no trial, robes and/
No fight or throwing/
Words back and forth, because your denial's only/
Believed by you, go cry and mope with/
Each other, a pack of lively rodents/
My writing's potent/
And killed you, yet I've thrived in molten/
Lava, there are no more ties or ropes that/
Hold us together, so I rise and boast in/
My own victory, I admire only/
Those that are actually the righteous, close this/

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