Hidden beneath the iniquities you have laid out in your mind
The truth unfolds before you in a napkin made of granite
Though you pierced your hand to make it seem as though you are righteous
There are many of us that know the truth within you.
I am no more frightened by your words than by your deeds
Yet somehow you are able to shadow your crimes with lies of religion.
I have within me the power to disrupt this reputation of yours
To crumble the power you consume.
Instead of doing any of this, though
I intend to sit back and watch how many people follow you
How many people will someday be begging for redemption
On the side of a cliff
That I will be pushing them off.
Josephine Ranes 
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