Because jealousy is a fixed flavor,
It’s part of our nature to savor it,
I can accuse anyone rightfully under a guise,
ruin their life super spitefully with a sprinkle of lies,
that leads to their delicious demise,
how I kindle the win is irrelevant,
I’m an angel, heaven set,
he was a demon, hellbent.
It was only a matter of time…
and if leaving my jealousy with a full belly’s unwise,
and if Karma is real and pigs really can fly,
man are we in for a super surprise.
We can’t outrun the bed’s we make with a hand full of glittering why’s.
Just because we’re given a gift we feel like forgetting,
something we think of as bad, or worthy of regretting,
Find a way to forgive it first because it’s gonna take some vetting.
Something that you or I said,
and neither of us can admit,
that we had anything to do with it.
it wasn’t my fault, I don’t have the energy, but verbally, I’ll get involved.
The first steps toward a heart made of salt.
‘Take that‘ is a bitter villains song for guilty reasoning,
a dark dreary flavor for seasoning.
The best beginning for a horror story,
because lonely tears and angry fears lead down a red and gory path…
leaving tragedy and death forever in its aftermath.
I have a hard time taking a tone of ‘poor me’.
Sob stories without purpose bore me,
Pain, we all have opportunities to bare its bite,
It doesn’t mean that we have to share the gash in a negative light,
To me, it’s like limping away from a fight…
Wish to piss with the devil, then insult his vanity.
a trait he passed along to humanity,
laugh him off and you will see,
he likes to be taken seriously,
I follow my heroes leads,
and try to look for the beauty,
keeps the strings from reaching me.