Flowers in bloom fire bullets at you
birds in flight use their wings
to slash you through
when every corner has a slap in the face
every moment you have lived
makes this a digrace
Your third degree words
have left burns all over me
Your lack of touch
has made ice out of my flesh
your lack of humility
has burned down all that is left
so let me drop to my knees in the rain
you're free to watch me go down now
It's a show you started anyhow
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