The Assassin

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You’re my greatest obsession
Source of my oppression
O thou my soul assassin.

Was it a crime?
When we used to rhyme
All the time!





Was it a mistake?
That I had to take
The un-given cake!

I look at the sky
Can’t help but cry
I watch ya’ love fly!

O though mortal sin
No longer seen
Always missed
You just killed me
Slashed cords that
Connected me to life
When you just left!

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