Thought you had the power to control them all
But your rusted armor ground you to a halt
Feeding off of others made you who you are
Soon misguided ego leaves you with a scar

No escape from the fate that awaits
Both you and your kind

Chip away at the facade
They will see you're not a god
You won't know until you seek it
Looking for the signs of weakness

No return, you must learn
There's a price that you must pay

As the holes are forming on your outer shell
Watch the opposition slowly start to swell
Once they take advantage of your weakened state
There will be another that will take your place

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