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You talk and talk, always right
ears closed to the other voices.
You and you alone make the mark
and destroy a million lives.
Who says you are right?
Who spoke this truth to you?
Making you alone,
the one that all shall worship?
You venom spreads, poisoning
you voice, so mesmerizing
Call thousands to your banner
waging war against so many innocents.
But death shall follow;
balance the scales
as we all watch the blade fall.
November 29, 2011
Wow. Just total wow.
I am speaking to my son tonight, pumped because I have like my 5th follower on my blog. I am thrilled beyond belief that 5 people like the way that I write. (The fact that at least two of them are friends does not kill my buzz at all!)
Son: “Mom what is a follower?”
Me: “Someone who likes my writing and is reading what I wrote.”
Son: “So basically they like me. ‘Cause like all you write about is me; so they just like me.”
Me: “Ummmmm no I do not solely write about you. I write about other things too.”
Son: “Moooooom, what is more important than me?”
Me: (In head) Fuck Fuck Shit yeah. So despite the fact that I do write about other things, my narcissistic son believes that my entire life revolves around him. (And he is not wrong)