Cold, blase words like stone
You cannot hear your selfish self say
A torrent of praise for yourself alone
Announcing evolution while you go astray.
Why do narcissists only see
Beauty in their clouds, and never the rain
I died a thousand deaths because of thee
Love once pure was slain.
I took my brokenness to the sea
Floated away with the soldiers slain
Millions of dead lay by my side
Rest I in the hanging tree
While you drink champagne
A thousand deaths I've died.
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