I know that we'll find common ground somehow;
Between the two of us, there's only been
Bad blood, but I hope that you'll notice now
Our enmity has always been a sin,
A blot before the eyes of God and man.
The olive branch I'm handing you is real,
And though, if you desire to, you can
Decide to slam it on my head, and seal
Our hatred for forever, I hold out
A little optimism that you won't.
It's not because I think that you're about
To turn some corner - since I know you don't
Ever change your principles. Instead
I trust the gun I'm holding to your head.
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