Picking apart the meat, at the top of the ivory tower.
Musical talent, painted with a broad stroke.
Can’t be incorrect, opinion sets the standard.
Double standard, was the joke.

Guilty feelings to be a part of life
But no help comes to that in need
Only a common feeling of strife
That comes from every seed.

The others have escaped it
As I have done as well
Using the children as weapons
Leads to a special Hell

I have said my piece now
Freed of these bonds of mine
Don’t need a part of that world
Where nothing ever shines


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