I sit and I watch
And I wait and I bleed
Ready for anything and wanting it all
And fearing nothing until I take the fall
The world is mine because I make it so
And the people therein are my slaves and I know
That they are below and I am above
Until I find my equal, I cannot feel love
And everything matters but nothing is true
And everyone lies but takes offense when I do.
From Book Two: Mosaic. |
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