Silk scarved
My wrists juzt tight enough
To feel my blood
Flow through my veinz
So controllably
Uncontrollable
Not seeking controllers
Skopyon minded
Once WE knew the plots
Successes envied own pits dug
Forgetting to genuinely love
Ourzelves First,  Numero uno
The christ I was told
Died for our sins
So technically
No matter what iz said and done
All considered sinful sins
Already been forgiven!!!

P.S: Hmmm, there might juzt be power in the name...