Pedestal
You made a scratch at my surface
Those jabs used to cut so deep
A mediocre storm you'd start
That rain it used to bring a hurricane
You'd hover over like a formidble tower
Now all I see are cracks on your self-made pedestal
You're only as powerful as I made you
I brought your world to life
But by the snap of my finger,
I demolish it unforgivingly
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