9 (You will never be a god)

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You will never be a god.

Your hands have never been easy to hold

your shoes have never been easy to fit into

your eyes have never been easy to see 

your intentions have never been easy to tell

You sit here, wondering why you aren't an idol, beloved by all

You sit here, asking for worship

I will never follow in your footsteps

I will never follow in your shoes

You will never be a god. 

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