Six years of angst, since you spew me out of your mouth,
And how many more whereby you blew lies, naked to the wind of the world.
A party of peril, you roasted me as a chestnut that fell through the campfire grid,
It's all bad news, it's all wrong...forever wrong.
Your pride, your ignorance, your ego, your shame forever,
You keep it...it belongs to you...makers of strife,
Contetious keepers.
One day, sorrow will be yours,
Karma counts...
For what you sow, you shall also reap,
The Grim Reaper is counting time down
Many will be your tears,
Agony of heart shall be your reward...
The love of your anger has stolen your mind and controls you,
Decieved, you have been so decieved..
Sadly.
......................................................................................... Cambridge Keenan 2013 Oct 11.
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