Blame More Than Time For My Misdeeds

 You fantastic bastard,

you fooled them all,

you played the game,

you played to win,

twisting bullshit to your whim,

betrayed but not beaten,

framed but not caught,

the further down the rabbit hole,

the more it fucking hurt,

like a patchwork fairy tale,

the sinner was finally thrown in a hole dug in dirt,

come to me my wicked darkness,

let me feel your touch,

because it’s not from what you see emerge you should fear,

but from what hides waiting,

on the other side of life.

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