Thursday, January 18, 2007
Sabar Zim...
When the time comes you'll get what you are deserving of.
I hate to be the one to lay it on you.
I don't want to bear the burden of carrying the chains that will strap you down.
Consequence will feed upon your incongrousness.
You've been dancing on my magnanimity.
A volunteer to your music, unreciprocated.
What goes around comes around.
I'll see you soon
buried under your own consequences.
Gasping for air you will try to shout my name
but this time, my hands will be kept in my pockets.
You apologize but do you think I'm blind?
Your horns still show.
Break them off and swear you'll change
or I'll leave for good
Never bite the hand that feeds you.
Or you'll feel the leg that'll break your spine
Oh this fire in me feels divine.
Make sure you not cause me to explode
with your gasoline ways and matchstick promises
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Thursday, January 18, 2007
