Who You Are

You
You are the Buddha
You
You are the Christ
You
You are the devil
You’re a beggar
Who would kill for rice
You
You are an angel
You
You are a saint
You
You are a puzzle
You’re the rules
You are the game
You
You are the Mother
You
You are the parasite
You
You are the Father
You are instability
You are genocide
You
You are the Prophet
You, you
You are the prostitute
You
You are the preacher
You’re the loneliness
You’re the solitude
You
You are the leader
You
You are the wannabe
You
You are the poser
You’re the model
We all strive to be
You’re the sun
You are the stars
You’re the dirt beneath my shoes
You’re the planet that you pillage
You’re the dying voice of truth
You
You are the fire
You
You are the rain
You
You are the healing light
And you always bring
Bring the fucking pain
You are the Sabbath
You are the laborer
You are the plateau
That calls out to the wanderer
You are these words
You are the silence
You are the sweetest Lucifer
You’re the scapegoat for God’s violence
You are my fever
My sore throat and my impotence
You are the cleaver
That rips apart incompetence
You
You are the King of Kings
You rule the world
You
You are the King of Thieves
Stealing life from boys and girls
You
You’re one in a million
You
You’re just like me
You
You are so complicated
But you’ll always be
Simplicity
You’re walking on water
Until you doubt yourself
You’re singing on highest
Until you find your way
Right into hell
You are immortal
You are dead meat
You are Eternal
You will never know defeat
You are a failure
You are the best
You are a robot
Built to pass this test
You are a scammer
You are a victim
You are a terrorist
You’re a politician
You are a money changer
You overturn the tables
You are Donald damn Trump
You’re a baby in the stables
You
You are the discontent
Of the whole populace
You
You are starving in The Gambia
You’re thriving in America
You
You are the bombs dropped
You are excessive force
You are the pacifist
You are the Emperor
You
You are the air
You
You are the hurricane
You
You are the ants
That scurry away from the butane
You are the inside
You are the outer realms of everything
You designed it all
You’re now trapped in your human daze
You
You are you
And you’ll never be as good as me
I
I am you
And you’ll always be
Just as good as me


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