Bebo

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	The War - Robe
	Your fortitude and formula were mine to use And your fortune blinked an inkling of the harsh tale I bruised You had your laugh - cashed in all your cheques Through the heart I bled while you stabbed me through the neck Forgive and Forget - now just a harsh regret That you laughed my tears which built for six years I confide my pride with jealous genocide Of a fate that has no love lost for your hate You walked away so Scot free, Did indignant justice make me guilty? I carry it no longer this burden I’ve built Friend’s glasses stand half empty from the blood we've spilled You marked this wood Then Read ruin on what had stood Hate is a word you used, not one of mine I'd still break my back before I’d splinter your spine You took a bite of what was offered in spite While I was cast out of paradise in a blizzard that night Better the devil you know than the stranger you don’t But laughing and crafting couldn’t make me a ghost What about those times when I stood in the way? When punches rained like arrows that I turned away So when my back was turned protecting - you pierced with a knife The weapon you still cherish is a scar that makes me alive It bothers me little; it was you I let choose You swallowed your own poison and I tried to prove To show I had better, more to offer and more to lose So the wilderness warmed me - to a life I could use I'll march on and forever while you continue your decent Forgetting the past stumbles Serpents in the present I clasped my hands and was embraced I'll live my life, you taste that bittersweet waste
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