Are you looking for something?
An apology?

You. Will. Never. Get. One.

Look in my motherfucking eyes-
Long and hard.

I am done feeling guilty.
Walking around like a little bitch.

My anger is unusual.
A flavor you’ve never had.
Better open up wide-
Get ready for your medicine.

My anger does not run hot.
But low and cool.
An icy river-
In a dark, cold place.

For years, I’ve been watching.
Observing you all.

Sticking together,
Mistaking my silence,
For someone unaware.

Standing against me,
Clanging your Jesus cymbals,
Like a gaudy kid-band in the ether.

You know nothing about my magic.

You chose to project darkness and despair onto me.
I chose to turn it into something powerful.

I am done pretending to be weak.
For your comfort.

I’m coming for you…
To tear it ALL down.
To do EVERYTHING you’ve feared.

This narrative you love-
This book you cling to-
I’ll set it on FIRE.

Just try to stop me.
Just try to pray me away.

I’m coming for it ALL.

Don’t expect an apology…
I’ll be there with war paint.

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