Giver and Poker

I can't believe you ask of this

I'm so fucking done and gone

Yet am I the one to judge and mantle?

When you have given so much and more

I feed and give off the deprecation of my wisdom

I break chairs and sit on nails

I only have myself to blame

I hate you!

I hate you?

I hate this mirror

I break and cut hands on glass

But even in blood, I see myself

The dark hue can't hide me

I only am a robot, a machine

Infected with the virus and left for reset

Won't you?

Won't you?

Won't you?

God, yet you've done so much

Very much

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