I can toil and tender
Make a weapon
Out of my mouth
Shudder insecure
Silence your sickness
You will forgo
For will forge
Nothing and more
More of insignificance
Chant blatant banalities
When you open empty
You will be poured out
Shake like you feel it
Cry like you mean it
Make this mess and more
I am washed clean
Of you by your powerlessness
A victim saran wrapped in shame
You will control absolute pride
That this was yours
That you could actually be at fault
My only gesture is a false hand clap
In honor of yr silence doubling as humility
My motives were always clear
You are now me.
