Requite

Tried letting go of it but I've no control of this

Dying to disregard your pride's pestilent performance

You're only self important

Thorns in your expectations

Hang higher in your torment's shade

Still you castigate me

Your brittle masculinity has taken aim so outwardly

But you've failed to grow

Suppress what you can, but you know that I know

Requite

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Indignant

Throw dead roses in the river

No remorse

The giver of bad blood

Has come

Requite