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Taken From Myself

Thief
With stealth and deception
     your skilled hands plucked the
     heart from my chest
Into my mind you poured
     a world that I
     wanted and needed to exist
From the marrow of my soul
     you sucked out my sense of self
With your severe tounge
     you hacked away my purpose and drive
I existed
     no longer within myself
     but within you
Taken advantage of
Cheated
Used
You never gave a damn
     and now it's my turn
So yes
Be in pain
Mourn me as I have mourned myself
     the self you set aflame
     with the heat of your bitterness
And be shocked
Be amazed
FEEL something for once
     feel it in the very seat of your soul
Know that I do not care
That the idea of anguish
     on your part puts a smile to the lips
     that you so desperately miss
I too could wild this power
     and have you crawl to me through broken glass
Make your spirit bleed
     and your blood pour
But this is where you and I differ
Where the divine still resides
     in my sublime flesh
That I still
     through it all
Know that I
     am no man's God
I have reclaimed what is mine
     stolen back
          that which you stole
And removed the blindfold
     so that now
          I can see

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