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Pyramid Scheme of our Societal Beings
I started at the bottom of the high tower
I climbed up the ladder to see the real power
Peeked the curtain and I found true cowards
I dont want to live with the false shouters
Moved to the dark but I spout louder
I was forced to a state of a deep flounder
Pyramids wiped, I represent a strong founder
I was free, once I broke the band of the structured browsers
Captured by the judges, held their standards to the wronged bowser
I was caught quickly, trapped among the trap of their sticky chowder
I was the one laughed at inside school hours
Couldnt see me, dropped the cloak, I showed true power
No remorse, im out the mud, I reek a lonely crowder
Struck by arrows, a weapon for the cruel captors
Others thoughts held grasps on my moods hour
False sages gave no maps, made my own counters
Past tyrants werent big, just cursed foulers
Corroded penthouse I was trapped, I had remained stour
Lost in its wires, a system of corrupt malware
Embarkment upon questlines, had to use past encounters
In my doze is where I sought new flowers
Bad thoughts flushed by my minds drain like a clean shower
I was crushed by a few remnants of the stubborn prowlers
Couldnt hold me in, I was a favorite among their cursed signers
Past crowds turned away my feeble debby downer
I climbed up the ladder to see the real power
Peeked the curtain and I found true cowards
I dont want to live with the false shouters
Moved to the dark but I spout louder
I was forced to a state of a deep flounder
Pyramids wiped, I represent a strong founder
I was free, once I broke the band of the structured browsers
Captured by the judges, held their standards to the wronged bowser
I was caught quickly, trapped among the trap of their sticky chowder
I was the one laughed at inside school hours
Couldnt see me, dropped the cloak, I showed true power
No remorse, im out the mud, I reek a lonely crowder
Struck by arrows, a weapon for the cruel captors
Others thoughts held grasps on my moods hour
False sages gave no maps, made my own counters
Past tyrants werent big, just cursed foulers
Corroded penthouse I was trapped, I had remained stour
Lost in its wires, a system of corrupt malware
Embarkment upon questlines, had to use past encounters
In my doze is where I sought new flowers
Bad thoughts flushed by my minds drain like a clean shower
I was crushed by a few remnants of the stubborn prowlers
Couldnt hold me in, I was a favorite among their cursed signers
Past crowds turned away my feeble debby downer
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