how cruel is the golden rule
when the lives we lived are only golden plated
and i knew that the lights of the city
were too heavy for me
and though i carry karats
for everyone i see
And I saw God cry in
the reflection of my enemies
and all the lovers
with no time for me
and all of the mothers
raise their babies
to stay away from me
tongues on the sockets
of electric dreams
where the sewage of youth
drowns the spark of my teens
and i knew that the lights of the city
were too heavy for me
and though i carry carats
for everyone i see
And I saw God cry in
the reflection of my enemies
and all the lovers
with no time for me
and all of the mothers
raise their babies
to stay away from me
and pray they don't grow up to be
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