After spitting on the hand that once helped you,
After destroying it all just 'cause you felt blue,
After raging for something you quite didn't know,
After making enemies of the rain and the snow,
After mocking the feeling they offered as loyal,
After forgetting respect and crowning yourself royal,
After installing around you the perfect monopoly,
After having it planted, you poisoned the tree,
After carving the idol you labeled him banished,
After raising the sword, saying it wasn't brandished,
After wooing with deciet the lamb and the herder,
After having it all you just had to go further.
After forgiveness without end,
There is now no more amend,
For you made that sharp nail bed
The moment you wished me dead.