They place themselves on thrones of idiocy.
Their crowns cardboard and scepter sticks.
Yet they think so highly of themselves
That they convince one another it is real.
You may be bigger then me.
You may be smarter then me.
You may be stronger then me.
On the outside.
But on the inside I wear the real royal crown
And I hold not a scepter, but a scythe.
That I use to cut down the misguided ones
You see
You think you have power over me.
And that you scare me.
But in the end, it is me who scares you.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC
They place themselves on thrones of idiocy.
Their crowns cardboard and scepter sticks.
Yet they think so highly of themselves
That they convince one another it is real.
You may be bigger then me.
You may be smarter then me.
You may be stronger then me.
On the outside.
But on the inside I wear the real royal crown
And I hold not a scepter, but a scythe.
That I use to cut down the misguided ones
You see
You think you have power over me.
And that you scare me.
But in the end, it is me who scares you.
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