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The Voice Of An Idol
Stranded in my own acts of felony,
Seeking refuge in agony,
Living a life full of therapy,
Why do people still look up to me.
I'm bothered by my own story,
Why I do what I do is mystery,
The pain I bear is mandatory,
I think it's for a better me,
But why does it feel like blasphemy?
At times life isn't what you see,
Out of others you create idolatry,
Meditating on there own history,
As you allow your life lead to misery.
I'm not a friend, I'm just an enemy,
A friend not in need, just a frenemy,
Fix your eye on your own territory,
A role model is in you, just join the fury.
© D. Rain
Seeking refuge in agony,
Living a life full of therapy,
Why do people still look up to me.
I'm bothered by my own story,
Why I do what I do is mystery,
The pain I bear is mandatory,
I think it's for a better me,
But why does it feel like blasphemy?
At times life isn't what you see,
Out of others you create idolatry,
Meditating on there own history,
As you allow your life lead to misery.
I'm not a friend, I'm just an enemy,
A friend not in need, just a frenemy,
Fix your eye on your own territory,
A role model is in you, just join the fury.
© D. Rain
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