Burning The Olive Branch

May your words burn you...

Burnt is the olive branch and jagged are its limbs
Cindered are the leaves burning from within
All loyalty fades as the cursed trunk withers
Torn at the seams, from beneath by incendiary words

All colour has been drained, all growth ground to a halt
The soil no more than grit, the blame lies at your door

Drug across the grit, no more than you deserve,
Would suit you better than your own deceives ever could

You have burnt the olive branch, flames to your old shelter.
Branches now scorched mirror everything you've ever done
But you will never know (there is no way back)
I wish you the worst broken will and broken bones
For you were nothing but a thorn in my side, now you're just
...Just nothing.

Never again should you sleep at night
Never should you have such a luxury
Discord would suit you better
But there is still slim hope.

Take your name and strip it of its worth
Take your fiction and drag it through the dirt
Until its buried like your words, negated
May they swarm and languish restless
(and may your words burn you)

The ties have been severed... and severed they shall stay.