Splitsville, baby

This passion born of lustful pride
like the rest before has burned and died
to leave a shallow, hollow husk
of crumbling will and shattered trust
now loathe to follow through the vow
once sworn in faith with sweat on brow
turn to law and law divides
lost dignity and then decides
it’s half for each should the Lady smile
too often less, leaving spirits vile
false Christmases filled with repressed spite
leading toward yet another fight
repetition persisting through
as time grows on and cycles new


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