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Who do you think you are,

That stubbly chin in the air.

high and mighty, tall and built.

You agree to think you are bigger than I

You claim your fists are rougher then mine.

But who do you think you are?

Why do you hold such hatred?

For you have the ability to crush me, break these bones.

You can not mold me,

or tear out my heart.

You are empty.

That voice in which booms across a flat land,

I do not fear.

Hidden tricks, Sly and shifty eyes do not terror me.

For you sir, are empty.

What I see, a man broken and shattered.

There has been no one you could bear to.

You are EMPTY!

Your eyes, with such fiery, bear pain and curse.

How do you think with a shut mind?

You hold such envy to those who speak out,

in yet you pry and threaten their tongue.

You angry sinister.

I do not pity you.

I do not pity your pain.

Your money holds no value, for your hands show no mercy.

Your labor does no good, but your labor ruins.

Who do you think you are?

Sir, I pray thee, fix your ways.

Start a new day.

Decide on words of love, I beg thee!

Let go of your learned anger, release only goodness unto others.

This is the time to fix your ailing ways.

Who do you want to be?

Who, now, do you think you are?

When you have changed what you hate...

come fourth and grab my hand.

Tell me your words of kindness.

Then will you KNOW who you are.

Then, you will know love, for you and others.

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