No Hands To Shake As You Learn Your Mistake|
There are so many words,
I could use to lay out your treachery,
but I won't give you a letter;
to twist and corrupt,
to turn to your idol so worshiped.
I'll see you in this rift and I won't care,
As you've always lied about playing fair.
Now this is your hole you've dug,
No more hands to shake.
You'll learn that you've pulled the plug,
And you may see your mistake.
This is war and I'll take this no more.
I'll hang you from the noose you tied for me.
The crimson taint is all you'll grow to see.
These eyes are your last warning, Stop mourning.
Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 01-Aug-2011|