They wrote about you.
Named you Goddess and  
Lifted you high above the

Imagined boundaries of your
Spirit and ***.
No longer seeming as little as

You always felt. Well...
The rains came; you became
Umbrella.

Cinderella's indecisive cousin.
Wet now, and not in the
Good, hot way.

Workmen's sweat fresh from
Frustrated chests upon your ever
Forgiving back.

Heathens in the temple.
Berserkers in the
Cathedral.

Male pens, shovels and clamps
Made for grabbing and digging,
Holding up towards God's Skies

And proclaiming, not "Her,"
But: "Mine!"
I've seen it as it is.

Oh, I know. I've been a lifter.
Shoving goddesses into brick sized
Holes, praising the solid

Wall.
You deserve better. Take it from
Iron:

There is not enough
Gold in your
Life.

You hurt me harshly,
with your sticks and stones.
Your words stung my me badly,
and took my throne.
The sky seemed gloomy,
And after the rain , there were the blooming.
You were no more greater than
the footprints in the sand.

Sunsiri, Sunsiri, you are the disaster of the century.
You tricked our President Park to believe in your cult.
You edited her essay and everything else she had.
It seems like you rule South Korea now don't you?
Well don't get too excited because you're getting arrested.

Life In A Vivid Dream.

Clarity is a scene from the blackest day
Life is a taboo, I am a freak of mankind.
I saw an altar, standing within eve and the snake
A life in a vivid dream - I would dream as well.