How the Mighty Gods Fall

We make them our gods, bow for forgiveness, sacrifice our ego,  then discover we loved a narcissist, and wisdom was asleep while we built altars for humans.

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Oh, how the mighty gods that we build, fall;

how they crumble and fall, when we lose our faith

Oh, how our hearts that we’ve made so stout, break;

how they break and shatter, when we become a wraith

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The first glance that we steal is sheer attraction,

it’s only the silver lining that shines, and that we see

There may be billowing clouds of darkness within,

but ‘go on, be a fool!’, our desires make a strong plea

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Attachment comes groveling and crawling then,

masking our insecurities and binding us with chains

They become the reasons for our happiness and sorrow,

as stupidity thrives and runs through our veins

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Then comes love, the sweet, sickly love,

we make them our gods, with our knees so weak

We bow to them, and we seek their forgiveness;

we sacrifice our ego, we aim only to please

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The final stage is hurt, it is a cold, sharp dagger;

with the blade of betrayal, it cuts our hearts deep

That we loved a narcissist, it comes as a shock;

knowing it all along, our wisdom was asleep

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While we are doing all this to ourselves,

our subconscious stands as a somber guard

She is hard steel, she doesn’t care for any gods;

amidst the raging chaos, her stance is always hard

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We stand aside and we look at ourselves;

misery, anguish, and the loss of all faith

When the mighty gods that we build, fall,

we become the ghosts of ourselves, a grey wraith

I am Evil, I Admit (Previously, Beliefs and Perceptions)

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A confession wrapped in irony — when being called ‘evil’ hurts less than being called unloving.

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Your belief in me being utterly bad,

your perception of me as evil is so sad

It is stronger than your belief in God,

but you love it, though it may be flawed

I don’t mind it, and I don’t mind it at all;

I am now falling, and I may fall

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Your belief in me being so lowly,

to you is holier than the most holy

Seeing me as the devil’s spawn,

your words in stone, etched and drawn

I don’t mind it, and I don’t mind it at all;

I am now falling, and I may fall

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Your belief in me being so depraved,

your faith in morals, preserved and craved

Seeing me as the fodder of red hell,

your prophecy is true, let us all yell

I don’t mind it, and I don’t mind it at all;

I am now falling, and I may fall

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Your belief in me being so devious,

is your allegation, the most serious

Seeing me as sneaky and scheming,

you are alarmed, heralds are screaming

I don’t mind it, and I don’t mind it at all;

I am now falling, and I may fall

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But your belief in me being unloving,

is your most hurtful and deeply cutting

Perceiving me as a liar and exploiter,

no reason, no logic, I am just a manipulator?

I do mind it a bit, and I do mind it a lot;

I will but, fall, you have hit a soft spot