Yes, I Am A Knave

Thinking of me for trillions of years, And dreaming me for billions of years, Wrote and found me ugly, Your failure! If not lovely? Erase, write another one, no crocodile tears! Who'll blame? You did it many times, Your poem always lacked the rimes, My Dear Writer, My Eraser, Your court, you a defender! The Day of Judgment, a matter of times! Lived as a poem of lovely rimes, Died as the ballad of my crimes, The same old recurring story, Who knows his forgotten history? All blames, all burdens on changing times. Your love made me too much brave, Journey to a palace from the cave! Don't leave anything of shame, Sweetheart! On you no blame, Made nuclear weapons yes, I'm a knave!