Tub Ring Your Epilogue
In regard to my conditions
They weren't veiled threats, just conversation
The empire fell and it wasn't done in error
A race had begun to the bottom off the barrel
In regard to your missive
I understand your side, but still dismiss it
The golden child has only gotten older
It didn't fare well and the chip on my shoulder is
Growing
Growing growing
It's growing
Welcome to your mirror
This farce is ending now
And I'm glad you got to hear it
Buried with your flaws
This is your epilogue
And now I've said too much
In regard to your transition
Forced in part by this latest acquisition
Crisis mode, expected yet stunning
It hadn't broke yet, but the story was coming
Righteous
Cloaked in the words of a surrogate pen
And after your gone
To victor the spoils
Your narrative taken away
Growing
Growing once again
It's growing
Welcome to your mirror
This farce is ending now
And I'm glad you got to hear it
Buried with your flaws
This is your epilogue
