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Burn On The Pyre

 


So, you thought I would simply burn in rage
While you quenched your passion with another...
And when I spoke up against your ridiculous behavior,
You dared to say—
If it were not for your own sin, I’d have to deal with your brother.

So, you could threaten me as much as you like,
But when I matched you word for word,
You dared to say I belong in a mental ward.
Did you honestly think you can clip my wings,
And I will vanish, extinct, like a flightless bird?

You can't even handle your own dirty work,
Always need one henchman or another
To hide that smirk.
Do you really believe you are a good guy?
Even Hiranyakashipu and Raavan
Sent their sisters first, to burn and humiliate—

And you can burn me all you want...
Not every coal becomes a diamond in the rough.
But honey, I was never just coal to begin with.

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