repercussion: Sun dried hearts Dumbfounded by repercussion
Never thought that it could happen
Neutralized all open ends
Burned the evidence And vacuumed up the ashes
At times the guilt rises to the surface So they try to pretend Like everything is giggles and laughter
But behind closed doors Tears they shed
Blood runs red In all beings They found out the real way
So their days consist of looking over their shoulders Awaiting the pay back — Trying to avoid the repercussion
But as the days grow older They tend to relax — Because they believe the past won’t touch them
But your past foes emotions burn hot When glory is not theirs to try on
So they express the sour grapes theory Baring canine teeth Updating Aesop’s translation
To fit that space in time Where envy becomes indignation
And the scourge of society becomes you — And everything that you’re about
So they have to wipe you out
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