Everybody heard..
Heard about me and you...
Our secret emanated unto the quantity
Prosecuted for just being me,
For such acts I sit amongst the dominance,
Reminiscing the methodology that you and I conjured up.
Separating the perverse from the legitimate,
The axiom from the culmination,
The sentiment from the animosity.
Pondering oneself immensely,
But soon all my scattered thoughts came to a suddenly cease.
I glanced into the authority, in which I was presented unto..
Then I realized, that it was you..
My comrade...
My comrade ?,
My best friend ..
I affirmed it was a traducer out to onset me, when it was really,
A hater...
A wanna be me who failed to succeed so she devoured my weakness because she apprehended it would execute me.
Claiming what belonged to I; as it was something she desperately longed for..
Provoking me eye to eye as if my confabulations were hesitant,
As if my , confabulations were hesitant ?
Praying to my lord oh god,
Asking what to do,
Which route should I take ?
Should I make it or should I break it ?
Should this meeting be adjourned for there's no need for court to be in session ?
Should I let you fall ?
Should I let you stand up,
Or hang like Jesus did ?
My comrade you say ?
Try my conscience..
Defiant to ones own , for she was jealous of what we had .
The only reason she remains alive is because ;
I'd never hang myself by the neck;
For the sake of a mans compunction.
Blessed your are for now,
For this story is told in remains;
Pieces of what's left behind, to elaborate my claim.