“The mud I threw is stained in blood, is that your justice served?”

Heavens finally slay me to earth for revenge I may deserved

Eyes I loved, I confessed; your insolence with a dirty smirk.

Raised the gates, the bloody rage, avenge the words you thrust

“Ah! You must be god to say, men shall not lay in love.”


Mark my words your own brother shall find a closet thief.

All shall know the secret now, he didn’t trust you to keep.

Yelling down my house’s porch, he came to slit my throat

All I thought with a muffled smile, was it the news, the show or the social furore

None he cared while egos soared, how could he let go?

Alas! The pride he never trust; his blood he had disowned


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