The cutthroat shards,
Of your hypocritical words,
Flow from your mouth,
As you watch my soul submerge,
The water under the bridge,
Drowns this newfound kid,
As past lives relived,
His dreams are unhid,
You say "Reconcile?",
I say "Sure.",
Yet you're still defiled,
And I'm no longer pure,
Why can't you see,
Who I've changed to be,
How can you not know,
What I plainly show,
The grapes are still sour,
The taste rots in my mouth,
And in this untimely hour,
The old me comes out,
See what you've done,
You unholy one,
Can't you take this at least,
As my final offering of peace,
God, what a bitch,
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