Bridges Burn and Slowly Rhymsical Threats

Now we are enemies
now, committed foes both
let draw the rapier
first blood calls the victor.

Let us see on this eve
if friendship ever there was
or if false fire started from our throats
to warm a desperate acquaintance.

You wish to speak like a child
let me disarm thy tongue
let me raise my words, not my voice
and lash you with the reality:

you are selfish and spoiled to mulch
you have no cares save your own
no patience, no tolerance, only fear
and bitterness to call bedfellows.

I wish you all the happiness in the world
for me, I find there is none.
I wish you all the openings afforded
including the barrel of the gun.

People like you, my revered foe
have not long to reap nor sow
you have only the clock chasing you down
you have only a cold sun, and colder ground.

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