As soon as I hear the beat
I start to think of you
It used to be sweet
Until everything came into view
Now you reap
What you’ve sewn
As I watch your peasant actions
From my throne
I realize their just distractions
For me to throw you a bone
I felt guilty because of my past reactions
But now I feel great about them
Look you’re stuck with him
And the light of our love has grown oh so dim
This should be a sin
But who gives a shit
I’m satan anyway
And I’ve got you trapped in my little game
I’m so manipulative
It’s like you’re just cooperative
With whatever I choose
Look who’s got the blues
Not me
I’m so fucking great I don’t even need to breathe
I could put my sword back in it’s sheathe
And fight a fucking army
But what what I’d rather do
Is torture and watch them bleed
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Reap What You've Sewn
PoetryThis is about a person I used to love and then things went south after I realized my worth.