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
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