Foiled those plans with a slight of hand
Weeded out 'til it stems up again
Paragon pusher
Who expels the waste that you see
Who coughs up the fodder you read
To nest unknown 'til they're force fed crow
Harness Eden trees all lined up in rows
Paragon pusher
Stripped of chance from the tyrant's hand
Cracked the glass down to grains of sand
Chewed up and spit out
Forced fed, worn down
What was then, hell is now
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