to be truthful

I mean I’m mean if I’m meaning to be,
If you are rude and spurn my words with scorn,
I needs must speak with blunt accord,
If you are coming willingly to see,
What deed may I - to dare, how far may I - to go -
With bit of teeth, and tad of bone,
A chunk of flesh, a mark on soul -
You are prepared to pay the toll.
I will be quick, I will be breeze,
I’ll mar the mirth and shift the mood,
So hit your fingers thirty times on wood
You are a bitch, a nasty one indeed -


No need to clutch thy pearls or bid me hush -
To push your blame you are a fool
Go fight the demons you created
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I mean to be a tad bit harsh,
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For their attention you required of me to bear the guise of evil.
Mine fault was it -

to trust your cries, your desperate part,
And deem you be of gentle heart

- to let myself by you be played.

But you’re not kind, you are not good,
You do abuse, you scream and screech,
Not love you seek, but pure control
you do besiege
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To say you’re evil wouldn’t be a stitch.
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I think it’s time you understood:
You did this all yourself so take your fault - accept
If not of who you are she won’t be dead.