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The Humbled

Modest Elitist

By Tye CWPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
The Humbled
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Ig @ughitsriot

Pretentious pompous elitist at your service.

I only do for you what I could do in order to make you nervous

You’re still here searching for a purpose.

But didn’t you hear? Your status in this universe is truly worthless

Together we were just scratching the surface

Like fingernails on the epidermis.

I was recently coming to terms with the apparatus called malice

As souls spill over like blood over pouring in a chalice

The feeling of them overwhelms my equilibrium and balance.

I was helmed as

King of the master class till your emotions humbled my ass

If I may be so crass to ask how you had planned to craft,

To make yourself the very last thing I had?

Why do things only look up when I’m down bad?

The inklings are enough to drive me mad.

I feel so much of a rush, I am struggling to stand

I am disgruntled enough to let go of who I am

Crumbling the ego was never part of the plan

Stumbling slowly towards neglectfully open hands

You hold me closing laughing at the thought of me thinking I had a chance

Today i am choosing to be bland

Now I'm just another losing man.

Amen …

riot

Ig @ughitsriot

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    Written by Tye CW