A Bitter Rivalry

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    A Bitter Rivalry
    Sinful and tasteless
    A bitter rivalry
    Vengeful and reckless
    With a touch of chivalry
    Beautiful and pointless
    A jewel given free
    Sound out the charges
    For the cavalry  
    I want your head on a platter
    How and when doesn’t matter
    The sooner the better
    Either way you’ll see I was right
    When you thought I was wrong
    Look what has become of you
    When you thought you were strong
    Your vision’s askew so don’t tell me I’m wrong
    I’m never wrong
    Two cats in the alley
    Only one finale
    One goes home victorious
    The other not so glorious
    Flea bitten torn up
    A scorn smitten face
    Its time for the loser
    To acknowledge his place
    I want your bones made a shrine
    In a special room of mine
    The lights dimmed
    With music screeching the sounds
    Your heavy cries once carried
    The day before you were buried
    For calling me a liar when I know you said
    You thought I’d be the one dead
    Sinful and tasteless
    A bitter rivalry
    Vengeful and reckless
    With a touch of chivalry
    Beautiful and pointless
    A jewel given free
    Sound out the charges
    For the cavalry  

    I want your head on a platter
    How and when doesn’t matter
    The sooner the better
    Either way you’ll see I was right
    When you thought I was wrong
    Look what has become of you
    When you thought you were strong
    Your vision’s askew so don’t tell me I’m wrong
    I’m never wrong

    Two cats in the alley
    Only one finale
    One goes home victorious
    The other not so glorious
    Flea bitten torn up
    A scorn smitten face
    Its time for the loser
    To acknowledge his place

    I want your bones made a shrine
    In a special room of mine
    The lights dimmed
    With music screeching the sounds
    Your heavy cries once carried
    The day before you were buried
    For calling me a liar when I know you said
    You thought I’d be the one dead

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    Musicmynded1 commented on A Bitter Rivalry

    01-18-2011

    Nicely descriptive.. keep writing.. im getting entranced:)
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