Is that alright with you?
I can topple any regime on my own
With you as my audience.
I am peace incarnate
With your blinders on my eyes.
I am judge, jury, and executioner
And you are Saint Peter.
Why would you go
I cannot stand without your legs.
Why would you ignore me
I cannot speak without your ears.
Why would you stay silent
I cannot live without your words.
Why would you keep your heart
Mine cannot find the beat on it's own.
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