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I know you. You elude and escape me at every turn. Tomes about what you do and Stories of your consequences Ring far and wide. You strike without warning, Causing discord and strife Whenever you appear. Your poison touch has glanced my cheek, But I have seen through your golden fa�ade, And I know. To some, you are nothing more than A common irritant, troublesome and repetitious. For others, the unicorn always seen From afar, but impossible to catch. There are some that have Accepted your touch, and are Proud to show the mark. Yet others felt you a prize, Better than the gift of life, Only to lose the potency of your Sting, leaving only bitter and empty shells In your wake. To speak the truth, and I would be branded; Blasphemer, heathen, fool, they would call me. Your powers are spread far and wide, Twisting reality, falsifying the truth. To tell of your true self would only leave me Alone, another victory for your hateful pride. I will not destroy your heavenly appearance Or damage your elitist reputation. I stay silent to your conquests, both Victorious and sour, telling No one of your intent. I complain to empty rooms of your Avoidance of me, where only you can hear. I oppose you, for all its worth to me. I reject you, what you represent means nothing. I denounce you, your words are merely lies. I hate you, your name betrays your nature. |
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| (but I'm bittersweet now) | ||
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