You want a weak kitten
You want my strength taken
You want to blaspheme my living
Undermining my sense of conceiving
My reality given
This is your mental abuse
Creating what you never knew
Losing all hope in you
Is the only way through
Your a cold Monster
Lost as a martyr
So, I'll continue to faulter
Because I know I'm not weak
Like the kitten you seek
The earth belongs to the meek
Not your bold atrocities
It's meant for the good
But, your fear overrules
The God given truth
And now everyone is consumed
By the lies construed.
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Jessica Burby
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