Monday, April 21, 2008

Heated

Too quick to respond, sarcastic man,
Empty out your bullet comments into this victim I am,
Make me your target of rage, the thicket-trapped ram,
Pin me against the altar, pretend I'm your sacrificial lamb
Even now I wonder, I wish I hadn't crossed your land,
Restless is my mind in the moment, but of this grace you'll get a gram.

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