So insignificant are these little things that you have placed before me
I have no desire to entertain you
It is with a guilty heart and a tainted soul that you speak with such passion
Spare me your little things
Spare me your words and save your strength
For you do not know as of yet what you may need
to claw your way out of the burning pit that you have made your bed in
You had forsaken every heart that opened
You walked ten feet tall
It was you who had the nerve to say, “Look at all I have done”
As if pleased with your acts of righteousness
Sit pretty, little lion heart and kindly bow your head
And I will snap your neck with a gentle twist and send you on your way
To the fiery pit in the depths of hell where only Satan hears you pray
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