The One
Another tainted scene
Spiteful words and tempers flared
Events unnecessary
That could easily be spared
The one that claims no wrong
Inevitably in the center
Upon the family hand
Once again a painful splinter
Uncanny, the ability
To twist things in one’s mind
When within there lies no fault
To the truth becomes so blind
How smoothly does the wrath
Flow from an evil tongue
Yet weary are the rest
Of this verse so often sung
Someday will come the time
The tirades fall upon deaf ears
When one finds themselves alone
In a pool of their own tears
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