I used to be good.... at everything,
Until my demons rose and drove my angels away.
To leave me with everything and nothing.
To surround me with the echoes of my mistakes.
To snatch away the rainbow,
they painted me in the shades of grey.
They surrounded me with the clouds of despair, to make me disappear.
They threw me away,
to introduce the new ones to this game.
They let me win once,
to let me loose twice.
They showed me the dull path of light, to blind me from the actual sight.
They let the queen rule, to let her do what she wants to do.
The ruthless rulings, and the severe pain, the mental pressure and the manipulative game.
They brought me to the top,
to push me off the edge.
They taught me a lot, to point out my flaws.
And the queen keeps a record of everyone's specialities and their flaws.
And she has got a list of names for her ruthless rulings and for delivering the severe pain, but she forgot that two can play this manipulative game.
And now I, I rise,
removing the clouds of despair from the sky.
Telling the queen that karma is not just a word, it's a law that works not according to the queen's will but on what it decides.
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