Your New Religion

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You told them you have the right codes to decipher my plans,

You ensured that my exit from your world was nothing but grand.

While you were busy coming up with my downfall, I got an alibi,

And your walls started crumbling but you did not know why.

You told them that I was nonthreatening to say the least.

As you were digging a grave on the westside, I moved east.

One day I was nowhere to be found, but you took it as a joke,

Then you recounted every paper-thin promise that you broke.

But I was too far to know exactly when it all came to fruition,

Too far to hear the screams of you facing the realization.

You told them that you have the means to fix the burning façade,

And you came for me like a curse, but I crushed you like a god.

-Jackie