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Power. No one can control it. Not you, not me, Not the Rich ***** on the side, Or the *** down the street. Power is a force you can't refuse. Power is a sense of pride that you have in yourself. Power is God. And you don't have it. Not you, not me, Not the Rich ***** on the side Or the *** down the street. Your power dwindles, As the man above you, And the man above him, And the woman ontop of him-- Absorbs it all so you're left vulnerable. There is no time limit to how far it travels, Just that you can never get it back, Not you, not me, Not the Rich ***** on the side, Or the *** on the street. He'll dangle it in your face. Watching you jump, Fall, And crash, Desperate to try anything to get it back. And as his soap opera you have to be. Why? Because he has the power. Not you, not me, Not the rich ***** down on the side, Or the *** down the street
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 7:27 PM UTC
Power
Power. No one can control it. Not you, not me, Not the Rich ***** on the side, Or the *** down the street. Power is a force you can't refuse. Power is a sense of pride that you have in yourself. Power is God. And you don't have it. Not you, not me, Not the Rich ***** on the side Or the *** down the street. Your power dwindles, As the man above you, And the man above him, And the woman ontop of him-- Absorbs it all so you're left vulnerable. There is no time limit to how far it travels, Just that you can never get it back, Not you, not me, Not the Rich ***** on the side, Or the *** on the street. He'll dangle it in your face. Watching you jump, Fall, And crash, Desperate to try anything to get it back. And as his soap opera you have to be. Why? Because he has the power. Not you, not me, Not the rich ***** down on the side, Or the *** down the street
.DaniV. 11th Grade Scribble from boredom.
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 7:27 PM UTC
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