Your face owes me retribution

I'd like to take your face between my fingers
And squish your cheeks until you turn bright red,
And smudge your gilded figure with such blackness
As I believe, you sir, should now be dead.
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I'd like to take your precious hands in mine,
The hands I've looked at countless times before,
And break your shapely arms to tiny pieces
As you have done my heart for evermore.
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I'd like to snatch your nose and not return it,
So soon your arms will fall from where they sat,
And hope you'll beg for me to then return it,
Though all you stole from me will not come back.
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I'd inspire you to fly and taste the skylight,
Your segments twelve afloat in flight so high —
Before you crash on jaded rocks and splinter
A traitor you might call me — yet you lie. 
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Those words I will repeat forever always,
As you slowly steal my hours greedily.
You take and never give me retribution...
Give me your hands or face so it can be!
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How dare you take my time and without asking?
How dare you tick and tick right in my face?
Oh clock! Your hands have brought me devastation
For Time — you cease to give but always take!