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Mind Subservient
Your predecessor could not reciprocate your inner thoughts.
Perhaps you expected too much in what you sought.
My apologies to you and yours.
Not really. I feel no remorse.
I try but I stand by my justifications.
What you’re building is on unstable foundation.
You think you’re safe in the nook of your haven.
You play the worm while I play the raven.
Wait, I think it has always been that way.
I just let you dance on your delicate display.
The key that wound the box is stripped
And your little play has run out of script.
A subservient to your mind, you are.
A broken string on a forgotten guitar.
