Do you feel the words that you spit
Do you savor them as you think
Even if you do
It connects when it hits
Before I blink.
Control while you can
In the end, you'll understand
-at least that's what I hope-
What you thought was was right, was wrong.
There's none of you in me
I count it as a blessing.
For I wish you'd take the time to see
The hangman you're creating
Before it's over for you
Search until you can't believe
Don't wait until your time is up
Come now, look forward
With an open mind
Mend the broken people
Broken for what you've done
Before it's too late.


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