Causality.

Or, how I'm learning to stop worrying and love the verbal atomic bomb. To Carolyn.

The consequence of sin,
comes from within.
There is no brimstone and fire,
without the desire,
to see yourself in truths flames.

I see through your lies,
and patronizing disguise.
My reward for this realization,
is being an ant burnt in magnification.
I'm done with playground games.

You pulled a gun and told me to choose.
But there never was a choice.
What now, do i have to lose?
When my ears, alone, hear my voice.

Instead of taking a bow,
I stand up to you now.
And your ownership in forged claims.

Written off with more than a whim.
What can you expect from him?
When your support only maims.