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Everyone watched the Superbowl. If you have any questions read the first poem "Fight for love" and that should explain this.
I used to believe that love could conquer all.
But that went away once I saw the Cardinals fall
The Cardinals looked like they were in good shape right
before half time.
But Harrison’s interception put the Steelers up by a dime.
When the Cardinals
were down by 13 people’s dreams hit the floor.
I told them not to worry, that love was worth fighting for.
Once they made their comeback like I said they would do.
I sent them a text telling them that “I told you!”
After they scored the safety it was the Cardinals time to
thrive.
And Kurt Warner delivered what I thought was the game winning drive.
But shortly after I felt broken and battered.
When in just two minutes my hopes were shattered.
Then what happened next was worse than listening to a baby’s
screams.
I felt utterly defeated, they had destroyed my dreams.
Love is dead, it died in the air.
With 35 seconds remaining and a catch ruled fair.
I thought there was still hope, but the refs wouldn’t let
the game go on.
The paramedics had already called it, “Love is going, going… Gone.”
I never stabbed you in the back, I only kissed you on your cheek
My pockets are full of silver, at the cost of filthy feet
You were all I needed, a place to rest my head
I traded three for thirty, I must have forgot the things you said
They schemed about their plan, they thought they stacked the deck
I placed my lips across your face and this noose around my neck
Wrapped in white cloths, in a tomb on your death bed
This is my betrayal, this is why you're dead.
I never once denied you, I never became a doubter
I gave you three years of my life, still my greed grew all the louder
I took what wasn't mine as we fed the poor
Now I cant get through the windows, not even the front door
On a boat with twelve friends, fishing never became my specialty
I could sail for hours but, my nets were always empty
I fashioned this rope below my chin and placed these thorns across your head
This is my betrayal, this is why you're dead.
My eyes were closed as I kissed you, things were hard to see
If I looked you in the eyes, you may have set me free
I don't know who I am but, I know the things I've done
I'll be known as a betrayer, the one who killed God's son
I can't escape your words or this ringing in my ear
I even returned this silver, to try and make my conscious clear
In this field as green as envy, now only covered in blood red
This is my betrayal, this is why I'm dead.
