"of course i do!" you always say, "No one controls me day to day"
But your perfect little world, you always see what you want
to see, only know what you want to know, only believe
what you want to believe...
how arrogant of you
For never have I found another, who seeks beyond midnights cover
to see what most wish not discover, a being we can call our mother.
One who gives us love and light, one who gives us pain
and fight.
The gifts of life when we are born, and lays us to rest
with deaths merciful thorn.
She is our master and we her puppets, the world,
a stage which is our play.
So think you not so almighty, t'is the masters will
which makes your day.
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