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As I glide around the room with human eyes,

There’s envy.

Trying to find my mark find my mark who’s the enemy.

Hide my own demons find myself there’s no love.

Searching around the room,

With guns or words, who’s cradle to shove.

The world is a female,

We see in her good will or sin.

Break it down break it down,

We’re all the same person.