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In Stone

Your goals, exposed and fruitless Suspended from a childhood insecurity
Perpetuated beyond the boundries of logic and reality
Many times I held my hand out to you when it should have been me who was destructive
In my own rights I should have been
I had hoped somewhere that through your clouded portrait of rage
I could eventually count on human nature to rear its head
And shine over the darkness we had created for ourselves
And human nature did shine through,
But I never realized that human nature was truly so jealous and vile
That is the nature of man, the very man you strive to be, And you will succeed
Stretch out your pain as long as it may carry you
Until your body becomes consumed and decayed from the ravages of time
For one day it will forever change your mask,And you will be carved in stone
...


What a big man you are - could fight a war with just your face
Take it on the chin and leave me open jawed

What big words you've got - reciting lines you've heard on film
Could write a script with just your lust for 'respect'

Rip off this face - it can't persist
Like shadows in the rain, undefined lines, a symphony muted and greying -
You're not real and neither are your goals.



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