Spray me from your waves
Of contemptuous deceit
Like the poison you beg me to eat
And if it didn't taste so sweet
I might give it to you
Or crush it under feet
If only victory
So dear to me
Was as near to me
As defeat
As rancid as rotten meat
I am
Only who I am
Only what I am
And I'll never be
Who I want to be
What I want to be
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