In Berlin, you lost my concentration as you sent me to a camp, your vendetta more wicked than anything else under the sun. I felt so atomic, as you took me to Hiroshima then Nagasaki, blowing me up from the inside out just for fun. Your contempt for me unfounded, as I had only wished you well until you acquired a warrant to persecute me, you will pay for your sins eternally damned in Hell. My strength restored, it's nuclear until you light a match so I explode; I would even live in Chernobyl just to show you that you are loathed. Your holy war doused me with gasoline then attempted to burn me alive, as you misinterpreted the word and justified your actions with lies. Neither tribal councils nor grand juries can take away my heart, try with all their might, they will never tear my world apart. My honour stolen like women of war that pray for their lives to end, you toyed with my sanity, it was all pretend. You only attacked at night, your cowardice could never be concealed, your attempt to rob me of my sight was when your evil was truly revealed. I am through with lashing out or attempting to make you accept your wrongs, but disappointed with myself instead for trusting you all along. Chased me from my own village, forced to leave the life I worked so hard to make behind, as I reach for the front page every day praying you will finally be tried for your war crimes. My second tower hit by another lazy attempt of yours to dethrone me, whether suicide mission or not, you were our relationship's Kony. Now you threaten me with missiles that failed to deploy but don't exist, your papa would surely preach about your disservice to the Iron Fist. My confidence was the greatest casualty of your genocide that targeted me, I only had to learn to trust again but you will forever be a menace to society.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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