Sword

In order to make things right again

You’ve demanded I fall on my sword

I’d rather fight to the death

Than let anyone take your word

That these problems were caused by me

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You’d love to eliminate my voice

And point to my passing as proof

That I couldn’t live with the burden

Of guilt, while you stand coldly aloof

And cast blame for your failings on me

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Those fires ignited with hatred and spite

Spewed forth from your venomous lips

My sword has been expertly forged

In flames thrown from your fingertips

And I’ll nevermore let you blame me