I've found it, the cage, locked inside, there's rage,
but who knows the connection, who stops this infection?
The person that we think Superior is nothing but a ruse to feel inferior,
to try at nothing's cost, to find that you are lost,
to see what you have crossed, you've broken off the frost,
you hide from all your actions, waiting for reactions,
emotions held inside, are nothing but your poison Pride,
you see now that you have defied, all the things you have denied,
you've broken promises you've lied, just to find out that you've died.
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