You
chipped away at a tree
And
tried to claim your own
Instead
of planting a seed
Corrupted
what’s been grown
Yes,
you’re one of them
No,
you’re not exempt
Yes,
you’re one of them
Know.
You
grin and try to be smug
As
if it’s all a joke
When
the smoke is cleared
You’re
laughing in a mirror at yourself
You
took your father’s house
And
let it rot to shame
And
when it goes beyond disrepair
You’re
last to take the blame
Yours
is no philosophy
It’s
just a cheap façade
Mirrors,
smoke, mirrors, smoke, mirrors, smoke,
No
more…
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