I touched a nerve
With the tip of my tongue
Shivered your bones
With the twitch of my thumb
I'm not a god
But I'm no jester
I may stand in your court
But I don't dance for your laughter
Keep your books
Upon their shelves
Their binding is worn
But the lesson has rebelled
It must be so hard
To find color in your life
When you block out the sun
Because it stings your eyes
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