What Needs to be Done…

It was as clear as day…

Yet you make it grey and cold…

It was as simple as rice…

And still you couldn’t put water in the bowl…

I’ve been wrong, so many times before…

Now doing what must be done…

Pick myself up off that cold blood riddled floor…

I never knew who you were…

That plain to see…

Now just a nightmarish memory…

Drowning on the high seas…

The tide will fall…

The shore will show…

As does the truth…

I’ll never play this game again…

There’s too many rules…

Up upon the highest mound…

I can see all the fools…

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