There is much sorrow
And I’m thinking of tomorrow.
Cut a person in the middle
And he’ll think he plays second fiddle.
Play with his mind
And watch him die behind.
Manipulate his beliefs
And he’ll no longer know what’s chief.
Give him grief;
He’ll turn into a peace thief.
Show him “whose boss,”
And watch his self esteem become a loss.
Undermined his opinion;
Act like you have sovereign dominion.
Speak poison to him
And watch him grow dim.
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