Rage Beyond UndestandingA Poem by owen
I really do resent you
And how you may have just been a leech Now I can see through Your tyrannical liege You stole all my s**t And called it your own Even though I gave you it When you had no backbone It takes all my control Not to punch you in the face For ruining my soul You are so much worse than a disgrace People grow cold And so does this season To love is something bold And so is high treason.
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