True Power
there may be no power
as strong as true power,
but true power
is corrupt minds
and weakness is not
calling out in powers name,
is the weakness that
makes you corrupt.
you feel like
you can destroy,
but corruption wins in the end
you feel revenge,
bubbling at your feet
even though no wrong
has been done.
once looking at a star,
again looking at a drop of blood.
true power is corruption,
weakness is not.
call forth your weakness,
call forth your tears,
push back corruption
and let not corruption be a leer.
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