I am Hypocrates
The god of whom does not exist
How dare you push your thoughts on me?
As I jump at the chance to debase you entirely
I know that you’ll never know of a status infallible
I am the oracle
With judgment devoid of experience
Try and climb to me
An entrapment to fill your tattered shoes with hindsight
I bid you the very worst on your tumble back down
I dare you
Try and climb to me
An entrapment to fill your tattered shoes with hindsight
I bid you the very worst on your tumble back down
I crave you backing down
(I am the tendency to dissolve you and I)
I am of flawless retrospect
Rejecting any opposition
As it is incorrect
My place above common ground
You said it yourself
A mask to masquerade around
Unaccompanied - but won't you still need
Someone to hear you?
I am absorbing their warmth
However temporary
So specious in creed
This casuistry
My torches alight
They’re blinding your sight
I have a gaze that's unending
Misanthropocene
Where the terms are my own
I exit this world
I’ve made this trip many times before
Using you to boost myself up higher and higher
No regrets, moving on to the next
And the next down the line refuses my request
I have acquired everything
Inside I hold the blueprints
To the gears I’ll never grind
And as mortality surfaces at day’s close
It’s always, always cold up here

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