remove your hands from my throat,
my heart is too secure for your insecurities,
your pathetic attempt to be alive with respect has failed,
but only by my patience was I the victor,
now I killed this desire,
and it quickly became distaste,
distaste for you,
(or what you have composed to be you)
so please, quit wasting my time,
spend more time on you,
because it may take a long time to remove your foot from you big mouth,
to the eye you are sweet,
but to the soul you are sour,
and I am no worse without you,
for respect and honor are too great to lose,
and with honor I will rise above you,
( how does it feel to be among the swine?)
and I am no worse without you
 
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