By my own machinations.
Spinning around on me,
With more fury than I could muster.
Laying me out with a thunderous blow.
It’s not payback,
But justice spelled out
Clear to me, but a warning to you.
I’m a supernova
Burned down to ashes in a sack.
Look close and you’ll find
That I’m not worthy of much.
A cautionary tale for you and your friends.
A man to steer clear of,
A man who’s lost what’s left of his mind.
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