blood in the water.

   you couldn't admit you were toxic
tossing bodies like rags,
          poisoned the well while preaching with holy water
    the price of your ego will pick up the pace
                         settle itself between your eyes
         the target on your back isn't fake
                                    the crossbow in my arms isn't pretend.

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