Sorry, do I Know you?

 

I begged for peace 

but you gave

 no rest 

when my soul 

was weak 

you fed me stress, 

You rocked me sleep with 

nightmares attached 

The words you speak 

are daggers in my back 

You poison my crops; 

into my water you Spat 

You prepare A feast

In a unholy land

Filling my hunger with grief 

from my dog food can   

Left to die in the street 

by your hand

 loyal to the Lynch mob 

Demanding revenge

Your lifelong Deal 

with the undertaker 

To box me in 

Dictating my suicide note 

with the devils pen

Your pursuit of happiness 

is to witness my end 

when you hear these words

 you’re satisfied knowing 

your hooks are in my skin 

condemning and persecute

 me for my sins 

then finishing me off

 with I was never 

your friend 

while I did love 

you did pretend 

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