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Here I sit, rambling, trying to grasp the infinite with my tiny words and croaking voice.
Am I the frog who thinks he a prince or the prince who thinks he a frog? Can I assume any pretensions about nobility or the pretense of nobility?
So all I do is croak and babble and wax idiotic like the last drunk at the party with too many stories and not enough meaning.
I talk of love and rights and freedom but what causes do I rush to? Where is the banner I am under? Am I just another sinner? A saint? Some other constructed pretense?
Where is my honor, my dignity, the worth of my promises? Is my word worthless, my trust undefinable? Can I bear the answer or is there even an answer for me to deserve?
Who else will be hurt? Is there a line? A listing, a set of notes with details? Is my life bare to stab whomever I care about?
Fear me for I am the man, kiss me for I am the devil, love me for I am your god.
Am I the frog who thinks he a prince or the prince who thinks he a frog? Can I assume any pretensions about nobility or the pretense of nobility?
So all I do is croak and babble and wax idiotic like the last drunk at the party with too many stories and not enough meaning.
I talk of love and rights and freedom but what causes do I rush to? Where is the banner I am under? Am I just another sinner? A saint? Some other constructed pretense?
Where is my honor, my dignity, the worth of my promises? Is my word worthless, my trust undefinable? Can I bear the answer or is there even an answer for me to deserve?
Who else will be hurt? Is there a line? A listing, a set of notes with details? Is my life bare to stab whomever I care about?
Fear me for I am the man, kiss me for I am the devil, love me for I am your god.
