Blame

I know you must know it now

My warnings have stoned

My fingers are numb around

Your warm, pulsing throat

And I whispered, "My wife,"

She opened her pale eyes

She smiled, so I smiled

And I got what I deserved

This house was my flowered heart

But my petals have fallen

Do you love him, tell me now,

Or I'll show you my scars

And you will bow boldly

And tell me you're sorry

But you're hardly moving

Wake up and give me what I know I deserve

The farmer's wife heard it from the street down below

And later fully recalled each harrowing note

And she would cry

"Holy Spirit has cursed me."

And for this my ending sooner than I deserve"

The children weren't lucky to have only used ears

As I stood on top of him looking down,

I felt the fear in their skin as they plead,

"Father, did you kill our leader?

Our rock and great teacher?

What did he deserve?"

And I replied,

"No, killed my leeches.

And the wound that is ? is.

I hope you can see it

for what I deserve."

The judge would ask, "Why again, was it him and not her?"

The only thing I could think was, "To settle my nerves."

Try killing my leeches for sucking me speechless

And abandoning secrets and trust all the same

So I deserve what I deserve

So I deserve what I deserve

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