JUST FOR SHOW
The Cid
How could you be so heartless?
How could you be so numb?
I have yet to end my composition
When you chained my control
And ran.
As a litterateur,
I only have the power
To extrude my reflection.
And in order for me to accelerate,
I'll be needing my free hand─
My all that you fettered.
I can play by ear with anyone...
Just not with you!
You are characterized by injustice,
You are a punk, aren't you?
You gamble with a closed mind
And you expect victory;
How your itch dispatched your spirit.
How evil can you be?
For you, to raise means
To entomb your opponent.
You were blinded by your ambition
That you have to be violent.
Just for show you esteemed me─
Deceived readers by your grace.
You never wanted me to compose;
You hate to see me alive.
