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Jives.
Fury - red and frantic
Drumming in my head
As though an Amazonian tribe had set up in my heart
My animosity for you knows no bounds.
It is needles poking through the skin
You have made a beast of me.
Where good and kind words, once lay at the breast of me.
Now I am terrorized-
I am constantly at war with a part of you that I’ve idolized.
Are you strong? Strong, stronger than me.
Or just afraid I may be braver than you.
Whenever the question of godliness is aroused
From your own stupid and stupendous mind.
You drain me, these little jives
Like the soul from the bone, I’ll rise.
As though I were only ever playing dead after all.
Hah
Fooled you
