i have endured the impotence of your ways
a falsified being constructed out of
pretence
undertake a mission striving for wealth and for fame
your worship
of yourselves shall remain the same
and your bloated senses of self are a
petty disguise
when did you sell your-fucking-self and what was the
price?
your tongue is not razor sharp
your tune is as hollow as your
creation
you seem like a ghost as you pass through me
for you want to be
everything that i could never be

no more shall your inferiority plague
me
(you are fighting a war against yourself)
your might lies in ego,
dishonesty to self
you are not my kind, you can never be
the proletarian
i
stand strong
undefeated

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