To you, what have i done?
I'm confused, battle worn and vulnerable,
Accusing eyes follow me; they shun,
And I'm left dazed, dazed and incompatible
With the truth. "Stranger!" I implore,
What is it that makes you hateful,
That makes you unreasonably cruel? I'm torn,
So very, very extremely baffled,
The lies you've created are terrible,
So terrible as they wafted
To the ears of the memorable.
Dear enemy, you frighten me
To an extreme,
I want to flee
To flee from this nightmarish dream.
But I'll stay,
I'll stay and fight
I'll stay and wait for you to bay,
To bay in the consequence of your lies,
Of your injustice.
You'll die for the pain you've inflicted,
Mangled and ravaged with swarming flies.
Nothing will go as you predicted,
Because to you, what have I done?