The dog barks deep guttural barks
The high fences loom like cliffs above
The guards appear dead and motionless
From their steel boots to their steel gloves
In I walk to hear the outside world has been engineered
Through systems so clever, propagating confusion and fear
just a blind member of my peers, a sacrificial goat to a painted god
A proud soldier plodding, on the frontlines targets deem me cannon fodder
In I walk to find an empire sprawled and reckless gorging
Fat and gorgeous over the world an invisible octopus roaring
My heart and brain a spectacle, cling to the tentacle
One ticking hand grasps a paintbrush, the other a sickle
I exit the halls of the walled and painted elite
I ask nothing more than the world's defeat
I humbly request the ownership rights to the world
Your rights, your goods, your labor, your gold
For I have painted me at the top
shamelessly
I have grabbed destiny, older dynasties went out like candles
I painted my own portrait above the mantle
Words march into reality
voraciously
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