Stones

The stones they hit you with,

They reverberated to the bone,

You took it all until you could take no more.

So you played them at their own game,

You threw their stones right back,

Knocked them on the floor

They didn't like that,

They accused you of more,

Said the Devil had taken control,

They didn't want to know you anymore.

It seems they didn't like what they had sown,

So they did what they do best,

They blamed you for it all.