[sral]

Genocides Faggot Tree

It's embodied by the man himself, rough around the edges,
and at a loss to understand why I cut him down; defenceless.
There's nothing there of merit, just a shell of a man
who'll never flourish into anything beside an empty and bland
entity standing opened-armed to embrace opportunities missed.
Appendages hanging solemnly while the loser within
refuses to give his all as his only chance is waning
never moving an inch toward his own goals or aspirations.
His own procrastination overshadows his body of work
and holds him back from greatness. It's what he deserves.
Every knot is a turning point he refused to acknowledge
each notch a recurring scar in a suture symbolic
of his muted responses to falling apart at the seams.
To be brutally honest, I'd rather he leave.
The bark has depleted and you've grown absurd to me
so until you start to see reason, farewell my old adversary.