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from Gods Over Broken People by polterguts

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What is the high road besides a false sense of self importance?
The bigger man concedes his hand in hopes that he gains a conscience.
But goals are only scored through offense and violating victims only verifies this.
Hell must be real, so I don't feel cheated out of living for myself

I can feel the hunger in my chest.
I want the world but I'm swallowed in debt.
Backed into a corner, forced to consume what they feed to me.
But with your hands in my mouth don’t be surprised when you run into teeth

Everything went black as I bashed the back of the asshole’s head on the asphalt, and as the light left his eyes I wondered inside if this would come back to haunt me.
But I don't think I've lost a wink of sleep, and I'm starting to see all the fabric unraveling, The safeguards they put there to trap me, stifling.

Top of the chain goes case by case by case, and if it's dog eat dog, then I've got you on a plate. The only way their rules would keep you safe is I decided just to lay down and accept my place.
So put me back in my cage, a prison sentence so I'll learn my lesson, but to that man, in that moment, I was god for thirty seconds.

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from Gods Over Broken People, released May 20, 2022

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