Power Fight or flight? You'll never listen. I weep upon your sordid vision. Good intentions laid to rot, All the beauty you forgot. Why visit so many places, seeing all the happy faces. Knowing you will break them whole, like a bad mother breaks her foal. Is the taste so satisfactory? The lies you spread, matter of factly? When the wind blows does your conscience rock? How many doors and drawers do you lock? They can't right your wrongs, Stop the wagging of tongues. As you slip from your throne, You are, my dear, but another dead drone.
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