Oxblood

Where do I even begin
The simple thought of you makes me sick
I can’t believe I’m reopening this scar
The wound is still fresh
My blood is still boiling
But you seem to care less
My feelings were hurt but for you,
A game of chess
I was a pawn in your set
Delivering blows
While you sit there awaiting your plan to unfold
Testing my limits of loyalty
You used me because I was a monster
Yessir nothing has changed
The glove is on the other hand
But I don’t want the Jackson fame
The lies you told left a block of chalk on my brim
Your actions told a story of forgotten sin
I can’t forgive you or I’ll disrespect myself
On the same token
I can’t succumb to your ways of the game
Or I’m no better then the current king
You lured me to a den of wolves hoping they would rip me to shreds
Instead they took me in as cub
Turned me into sav
Not only was I a monster
Now you just made me mad
Blood spilled at the alter
Guess you can call that a sacrificial lamb
We traded shots back and forth
My team got thicker
While yours turned into a forgotten past
There’s levels to the game
And deceit doesn’t play
He sits on the bench with the others who believed hate would be the best play
You must be cunning if you’re skilled enough for the final act
You were amazing
A true prodigy in the making but your fictitious nature stunned your growth
The mindset you deemed to be “worth while” came back to slit your throat
For some reason it seems I claimed the throne
But your name came up in many notes
It seems your violent struggle was enough to call in the crows as well as the vultures to claim my home
Here I am fighting to clear a path to put my family on top
Slaughtering every tongue who speaks down on the land
Because of a man who’s simple existence cultivated the being I am
I seek violence not
But strife is what I uphold
If this country falls I’ll have nothing to call my own
I sent you away now I’m calling back
You’ll be safe from the state the guards have changed their target too one with a better range
I’m building a castle but for some reason it doesn’t feel finished without a room for you
I hear my enemies are going to kill you
Feels nice to have the same goal as another man for some reason it’s liberating
But you can’t die because then my people will take the hit
It pains me to help you through this
But oddly enough it’s become destiny
If that sword slices your nape the enemies win and I become a lame
I’ll do my very best to cut your chains
Till the very end you could call me a friend
But until then there’s a cot in the dungeon
This will be your new bed
Your room is finished too
Half of a window, working toilet in the corner with a basin facing a shed
Your time is limited
Some will say I won
For me its a simple game
And for this I claimed this rounds checkmate
Because I killed off the jokers who thought this was heading to a stalemate