Atticus Mortimer - Bubble Bubble

I smile,
Then explode,
My false smile being ripped from my face,
like some child being ripped from the hands of a mother,
I boil,
and toil,
and sure to bring trouble,
I advance,
towards my enemy,
my family,
the one closest,
we end this,
this one true argument,
Once,
and for all

Atticus Mortimer

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