In order to make things right again
You’ve demanded I fall on my sword
I’d rather fight to the death
Than let anyone take your word
That these problems were caused by me
**~**
You’d love to eliminate my voice
And point to my passing as proof
That I couldn’t live with the burden
Of guilt, while you stand coldly aloof
And cast blame for your failings on me
**~**
Those fires ignited with hatred and spite
Spewed forth from your venomous lips
My sword has been expertly forged
In flames thrown from your fingertips
And I’ll nevermore let you blame me
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Paula Shablo
Daughter. Sister. Mother. Grandma. Author. Artist. Caregiver. Musician. Geek.
(Order fluctuates.)
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