I was his shield
Against a mind field
Of haters, players,
And various naysayers
Now it seems
His valiant dreams
No longer include me
His tree of wife
With the key to life
Tucked safely in her womb
No more room!
The innkeeper lied
I still hear his cries
On moonlit nights
When the acoustics are right
He continues to fight
The sound of silence
His cycle of violence
I don’t want no girlfriend
From what I understand
He tore his ass
On a shard of glass
Off road in the badlands
Programmed to believe
In the bad seed
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