i feel a pull
to a place that doesn’t exist
“i want to go home”
as i’m lying in my bed
how dare you
hold the creator of everything
over my head
a ruling scepter; borne of pain and prayer
a wooden spoon, a reaching hand
the promise of a promised land
the crowning jewels
of fear and coin
keep me in line
in the promised land i’ll bear the crown
and pay you back
of fear and coin
and you’ll see;
(you were god’s tool)
to raise the one who raises
the end of the world as we know it:
a world of pain and poverty
transformed
by the one burdened by glorious purpose
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