No more theatrics
No more despair
The illness the poison
Is no longer there
Your worthless dramatics
Are no longer greeted
contribute nothing
Yet act so conceited
You’re a circus with no audience
And in the end you’re just an apparition
The day you come to terms with your actions
You’ll realize you’re just another infection
“If you’re dealing war
backwards stay far”
I deal with truth and rights
So stay out of my sight