So insignificant are these little things that you have placed before me...
I have no desire to entertain you
It is with a guilty heart that you speak with such passion...
Spare me your little things
You had forsaken every heart that opened ...
You walked ten feet tall
It was you who had the nerve to say, “Look at all I have done” ...
As if pleased with your acts of self righteousness
Stand pretty, little lion heart, and kindly bow your head ...
And I will snap your neck with a gentle twist and send you on your way
With twisted tongue and tainted breath
You have nothing left to say...
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