Comeuppance

Comeuppance

Comeuppance

It seems I am caring
But even more so, I’m daring
To spread out my wings
And fly high above things

They really had me down
All I could do was frown
But after I left the murder scene,
I was free to continue, FLEE!

What had died there was not me
Just a version they wanted to see
And I became restless to continue
In the same tumultuous venue

High above, they do not see me
Flying high above the trees
Since they’re always looking down
Their noses to the ground

But I’m not buried anymore
In that coffin I was stored
For my human will tore thru
Bloody claws without a clue

And their comeuppance is my pecking
On their heads, I hope they’re getting
Since that way I can defend
All the love I want to send!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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