What I've stolen is of little import
Those I've killed numbered no one of note
What I've taught isn't much to remember
And those who remember have done it by rote
Those I raped never gave me forgiveness
So I gave them none of my pride
My lessons drop from me like clothes in a rush
Unveiling my nothings to hide
Allow me this truth as it bursts from my head
Like the potential fist in a hand
Duality's goblet overflows with the wine
And lies stick to me like the sand
Full of honor and sickness eyes open wide
With time standing still as it flies
And the souls of the vanquished walk slowly by
Stare at me with their defeatist eyes
Will mercy not show me her kind shining face
Will my sins be forever displayed
And all of my sinful revisiting songs
Will be loudly forever misplayed
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