Wanting to be known she looks deeper into how we look at her
as a people we fail to see what it is we're meant to see
and im not perfect, i judge the judged
but what if we're not the judges?
what if there's a tiny man
with a gavel in his hand
waiting for us to fall in quicksand
so he can laugh and smack his thigh
and say you all just act so high
and mighty but who pulls the strings?
who makes you sing?
who makes you love and hate at all
and who makes you want to watch each other fall
who created the passion that engulfs you all?
i sit here and watch every one of you fall
to your humility and lose your strength
because your pitiful vanity is nothing in length
to my awesome power
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