There coming for you
like you came for me
not going to know what hit you not like I did.
You will lie deny
but you will know, you will know
and so will I.
There will be nowhere for you to run and hide.
You will live in the shame
as I have.
You will bleed
as I have.
You will run from the quiet times
as I have.
Your time has come
For my mother
for my brother
for my sister.
You will carry it.
Like a bag of wet bricks
you will carry our pain
You will lie deny
but there coming for you
and soon I will too.
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