I just can't believe I listened to you
For a couple hundred of years
The way I shielded you thinking,
“You're on the right side of history”
The grievances, the silent cries of help
I think I ignored some just to cater to your needs
You must think you've got a strong hold over me
That I'm the same naive girl
Incapable of empathy or decency
For someone who painted themselves good
You clearly aren't being one
For someone who experienced the worst
You're turning into one
And I can't believe I listened to you scream
I stood by your side, stood on the losing team
Yet clearly you're winning
And all of these are your schemes
You're being as bad as those men you cursed
Slowly warped into them as you went along
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As I stood there, looking up at you
I looked back and saw trails of bodies imbued
With hatred, and sorrow, and rue
They're dead now but still chanting your name
And in between the lines, I can hear my own
They're asking for peace that you’ve thrown
Oh, father, tell me, were you once a saint?
Did I worship you enough to blind myself?
You were the greatest, the one saving grace
You fought alongside us only to rise above
Openly shaking hands with the devils
I can see now, the mapped plan of your lies
You only ever stood up for something
When it got your name on the papers
But never for anything that actually matters
People walked behind you building you a fortress
You charged into others' and took their thrones
Used the army to barrel through the grain
Believers would argue you've done us a favor
They might try to silence the dissent of the few
But I was once like them and blindly followed you
Hope there will come a time they'd see you through
The image you built is of golden ruse,
Of eloquent words, but of egotistical truth
Written: October 13, 2025
