Hold your head high in self made redemption.
For the people you seek to control are none too bright.
You've made a bold move, that works for you in the end.
How amusing, it is to see you prosper and though I wish to expose you for what you are,
I am none too bold in my search for destruction.
They may be fooled, my friend.
But I see through you.
I have always seen through the act you so continue to put on,
like the strings to a puppet, being pulled around like a toy to the rhythm of your own war drums.
Oh, you hold your head too high.
For you are no better than the rest of us, if not worse than the worse of us.
And even on your best behavior, you will never be the puzzle.
For you can only be the "piece".
Author notes
He killed ten thousand people, which a swipe of his pen.
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- How We See One Another by katiekills4.
400 points, ended February 19, 2008, 13 entries
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