A million words

Gaia gave me for every enemy a million words

I’ll be writing so long it’ll be just for the birds

I take that pain and turn it into something I can use again

Every obstacle in my way

Gives me another day of writing

I couldn’t run out if I tried

There are so many things I had to hide

But now I turn it into something beautiful

It’s per my usual

All those are dead to me

I can’t even waste time to see

Your face

I’m quick to erase

Quick to cut it off

I’m not eating out of your trough

That’s for the pigs

Ya dig

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