Peace of Cake.

In my mind, I beat you to dust.

And for what?

The pain u gave me?

The sorrows that you paint?

The humiliation that you portrayed?

The grief you penetrate?

You, my dear,

Are not on the right track.

Your simple words just don’t move me.

 ur minor.

 I'm major.

You have just run out of ammunition.

You're shooting blanks now, you son of a gun.