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Cold Dead Nest

A cold, dead nest
is what you left me with
Neglectful as the sudden storm
decimating tempest
Screaming harpy
sour as the bitterest fruit
Acid reptilian tounge
scorpion tail stung
Cruel as the wasp
aiming to fill my body
with your foreign eggs
Selfish as the childish tyrant
Poor as the richest king
hoarding treasure
for a rainy day
Sneaky as the Rat
stealing from others houses
Lying as the Cuckoo
who does not care for its own eggs
Conceited as the Rooster
proud from neck to crest
I have always recognised you
You have never let me rest
I never let you win
Lie
In your dead nest

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