My Creators Come Tomorrow
My creators come tomorrow
To induct me into a secret society
One where they speak another language
And before you know it,
I won’t be able to write anymore
Some say it’s for the best
But I refuse to dress up for my drop into disaster
I want to look like myself
While I’m losing myself
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