Tireless plunder

The deed is done. 

And now I am to you but many of one. 

I am the one but to you just another one. 

I am but to you just another one. 

Until time fades and reality wanes. 

You'll grow to notice the impact I truly had. 

In the few moments I ceased to exist. 

Just remember you walked through life lost.  

You had no dad. 

 

The deed is done. 

I said my grace I enjoyed my plate. 

A rather succulent sacrifice you made. 

Your heart for my torment. 

A rather greedy one am I. 

 

The deed is done. 

And though I part from you grace I know in the forefront's of your mind and in that darkened heart I hold a place. 

The one that knew your body;

like my own place. 

With eat inch I was a master;

 and with every cell I showed you-

how one can turn concrete to alabaster. 

 

The deed once finished-

lingers like a moment lost in time. 

I see your true essence-

and bottle it up as I drink it like wine. 

 

The deed is complete. 

 And in that transaction you forgot 

to take the receipt. 

So I recede and erase all thoughts and memories I have of thee. 

You fulfilled your purpose

 I enjoyed my plunder. 

Now that this deed is done I can move on. 

 

Rest In Peace my lost puppy. 

Daddy releases you. 

Finish being that tireless plunder. 

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