I made you

Go ahead and kill my ego
I'm immortal blinded eagle

Feel the way you're made to feel
I'll eradicate your will
Bite your wings off
Hit the ground
No-one hears your crying, rat

Agony might clear your mind
Now you'll see the world you've run
From.

Face it, let it all inside you
Thank my mercilness and absence
Of any sympathy and love
After all,
I made you god. 
 


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