Anon

Programmed to fail
Walking above the hallow ground
You kept me under
I will prevail
I'll stop cheating my future with my past
Because I fell to gluttonous ways
When the crowd chanted my name in honor and Ceramony
As this same crowd now chants for my overthrowing
Even with my limbs bound
My mouth is still a weapon
Exposing all the truth I've found

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