I am the big loser,
and you are a God,
say,  lost a precious jewel,
And shall feel sorry and sad.

You got an army,
and you got also mine,
your got captured a subset,
an intentional sublime.

All the grief is yours,
and all I am is a suspect,
hurting the clean,
in almost every aspect.

hurting myself,
for every script unlocked.
all eyes on me,
all your ears are blocked.

For I am the sinner,
you are a saint,
you have no shortcomings,
So you can't be blamed,

So I am the ****,
all is reversed,
I'm just a piece of stone,
and you're the center of the universe