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I need not pity, nor praise
I need not your justification
There are my set of rules
And that is all that matters
Whose rules does a mighty
Lion survive on, the mouse
I think not
He survives on his own
Each individual lion with
His own set of laws
Society is a cruel joke
Bitter, yet tasteless to the end
The earth moves
Yet no one feels it
Thus, my impact on society
Why should anyone care
That I follow the rules
My mind has been cluttered
By another man’s thoughts
I seek purity thru ignorance
Forgive me, for I have sinned


(Written in 1990)




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