Nothing’s wrong with a little wronging now and then,nonly to seek a little fortune for myselfnIf there’s a betternTime, a better place then you name it; Just know that your obligations aren’t the only ones at handnIf there’s a willnThere’s a waynAnd my will be done this waynYour devotion wavers todaynnI’ll cut you off!nLike fingers or digits or anyone else who didn’t think this throughnWho didn’t think me through?nThis is, This is... this is the lust of our likenessnThis is the root of your wrath.nnYou wiped that smile right from my facenSo I’ll scrape that face right from it’s skullnnI took my timenWith this onenI Loved hernAnger-saturated skinnnIs this thenEssence of us all?nWhat have we done?nnOh God, what have we done?nnMeow.nnRevisit; sanctioned and consensual;nToo much, it seems. Though the morals have changednWhat remains familiarity, conceived in this bednIs 'Who’s laughing now?', when I’m right and you’re dead...nnDeath to the traitornTo the nation of my expectationsnDeath to the traitornTo the nation... my nation