That Was Then
You don't like it when I'm right
Your exasperation is intense
My behavior scintillates a fire
And rage will then commence
Your words chewed my soul and spit my spirit out
You feel your highest when I hit my low
But in your trap is where I fell
Because I consecrated your name at "hello"
My conscious is Troy
and your words are simply the horse
Persuade and then invade:
suffering is your endorse
Dazed and indoctrinated
My oblivion is the key
After your brainwashing and abuse
There is no touch with reality
And though I feel the ice
when I gaze into your eyes
a revalation occurs:
the clock ticks - despite the theatrics and lies
What has transpired microscopically
strengthened me galatically
allowing for redemption
and a war fought pragmatically
I will not forgive nor forget
for these words are my own
Credit is collected where it is due;
I am not your clone