Expectations
These rules you are afraid to break,
They're not made for heaven's sake,
Rules based on idols of sin,
So where did they begin,
Composed by the originator of the LIE,
His goal for you is to die,
A death separated from your creator,
Your loss making his gain greater,
His rules have now shaped your expectations,
Turning you into the Father of Pride's creations.
Copyright © Garrett Bass | Year Posted 2025
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