I am finished with you.
but your people, they do.
Your bride, she makes mistakes.
That house of Yours I came to
so warm welcoming, exciting.
Now as a member of the household,
I see behind the blinds, facade.
Self-righteousness behind sweet smile.
The owner, landlord.
Kind, forgiving, providing.
But those in the house know no
privacy, restraint.
Blind and deaf they speak.
Hunt you down.
They find you.
Oblivious to the sign on the doorknob;
"DO NOT DISTURB"
Dogs can't read.
But You.
You are the only one that deserves praise.
And You have more house than one.
I am leaving here.
Find another place.
To find You again.
Your people, they fail.
But you never will.
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