SCAPEGOAT
You filled my cart with sticks
With things you could not use
Things you thought unworthy
Things your Souls refuse.
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Once my cart was loaded
In fulfillment of my duty
The filling of it goaded
Removal of the booty.
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Dragged out of your sight
Way beyond your reach
I unload the blight
Attachment I impeach.
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Knowledge of Psychology:
Rejected Shame discarded
Crossed with the chronology;
Projected Blame has sharded.
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The rings on all your wood
Each ring a year of bark
Shows not that I could
Have filled your sinful ark.
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The highs and the lows
Where choices all went wrong
My carbon-dating shows
Where Blame does not belong.
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A blast of vicious laughter
Does not disperse your Shame
I came on too long after
To qualify for Blame.
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But I have done your work
Tossed memories you scrape
Ditched ugliness you shirk
And made good my escape.
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Having left the valley
I have seen the mountain top
My spirits in a rally
Life experience my prop.
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Should I now return?
I could be your fixer
Or exoneration spurn
Smash bottles of Elixir?
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To grow I need not gloat
I can take the humble road
If on moral wings I float
Would you just pile another load?
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