You can't hit me too hard from afar.
But the sting of words are heard from afar
In my heart.
I hear the whispers.
I've seen the rumors float about the room like lost clouds.
I've felt the sting of gossip all about me like rain that 's too acidic, or bees that are too mean,
Cuz' the majority of those floating gloats are taunts
Meant to hurt me, to hit me hard from afar.
Trying to make me desperate for my life,
So I'll raise my white flag from afar.
The sharp whip of your words
Are like lashes from a sword.
You hit me less than half as much as you should like,
And it hurts less than half as much you think I deserve.
But who are you to deal out worth?
What makes you the judge of gets served or who serves?
If you had your way, I'd be in the mental institution
And the rest of the world would be in a de-evolution
As life gets so low, we're no longer humane.
Though we're still humanoid, all that remains
Is a crusty shell of a silhouette,
That shows just are far we fell from being perfect,
The very perfect you tried to create, as you
Marinated the world in crazy,
Glazed it in immorality,
And topped it off with the poison of your thoughts.
This is far from humanity. This is far from perfect.
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