Trust Me

The disasters we perpetuate
on one another,
if added up,
would weigh down
the strongest of giants,
the most powerful of angels
and demons.

If you will not submit,
I will call truce.

I will meet with you
in the garden,
and I will offer up my hands,
and lift to you not surrender,
but offering.
I will tell you,
that if we cannot
conquer one another,
perhaps we were simply
meant to rule,

And when you trust me,
that is when
I will slip the knife
between your ribs,
and walk upon
your still-warm flesh,
to take what I desire.





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