A broken soul, tragic in malice and pain
Denial, projection, redirecting again and again
Captivated by the lies she holds dear
All in anger, quietly from fear
Spilling analogous blood of innocent souls
Willing to harm against a perceived cold
Rotting in self-destruction, hating in sin
Rebuilding the past to do it again
Sing a song of hate so all may come to hear
Herald it loudly so all may come near
They believe, so it succeeds, and it must
For what value is one who betrays all trust?
Count the lies and justify them all, wretch
Deliver them with a performance of gold
Let the truth rot stagnant, maintain what you believe
For that is all that is worthy to hold
The dusk is setting on your story of woe
For all who are nar can see, and they know
Accountability will not escape you, my former doe
Because our Judge knows where all the facts go
Keep singing the song, ask for more, gain control
Push the limits, test them, claim your souls
The results will come, wait and see
For all that exists is me, I, thine, thy, thee
He will have the last word, just watch
He knows what really happened, wretch
Our shared victims will reap what you have given,
Your only hope is repentance from the leaven
But you may have broken past seventy times seven
Our offspring, he and she can see,
I will be vindicated, for He is with me,
If you believe He is there, He knows what you’ve done,
Nothing will clear the damage to our daughter and son.
So I grieve and pity, but can’t hate,
Your soul is broken, your spirit is fake,
New beginnings come to those who accept the past,
I promise, your current efforts, they will not last.