Monday, July 29, 2024

Let’s say I don’t owe you nothing and vice versa.

Let’s cease with the histrionics 

and pretense of care.

You succumb to the farce.

Shameless expectation of fortune.

You trumpet her fool to folly.


Sins of the father and 

every one is charged.

She survive by Shaman

just so long.

We are our preservation.

 

The self-righteous, blind 

to the world of grifters.

Sins of the father he set in motion

however he warns. 

And it spread as called where 

it is done and buried time capsule.

Short and violent.

Let us leave well enough.

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