You think you’re wise,
Yet you are an idiot.
I know what you are
And I have vowed to end your scrutiny.

You have used and abused
Lied and faked affection.
You’ve hidden behind a guise
Of false adoration.

Then the cover’s lifted
When you beg for unimaginable funding,
Despite the fact that I clearly stated
Any demands for money will end
In banned tyranny.

So the battle begins,
And I The Warrior appears.
You feign banishment of me,

Whom You claim to be the problem,
Ignoring that you are
The Problem Child.

Throwing rocks that deflect off
Of my armor.
I throw boulders and spew
Fire from my throat,
Singing your scalp with a red-hot flame.
You curl up in a fetal ball,

Crying like a baby.
I am tickled yet show no reaction.
Because I am the Warrior.
You are weak, I am strong.
It sucks to be You.

Lick yur wounds,
Cradle your belly.
Pamper yourself on a woolen blanket,
Because I have won,
You’ve lost.
Which is my slice of heaven on Earth.

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