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bending silverware
with knotted fingers & a forked tongue
twist the fixtures until they snap
then revel in my demolition
pin the pieces upon my chest
and declare them medals of honor
so shall they become, always to be
in a very real way, they already were
just try to tell me otherwise
I’ll tangle you in your own convictions
twist your words until they’re traitorous
then exult in my denigration
I’ve gone crooked on you
with my disfigured truth
spouting surreal words
with fingers crossed & forked tongue in cheek
whisper disfigured truths into history’s ear
then rejoice in my plagiarism
tie your wings behind your back
and mitre you tomorrow’s hero
so shall you become, it was meant to be
I have mysterious ways, consider it already done
just try to see things any other way
I’ll blind you with your own dreams
whisper deformed tenets upon your flesh
then triumph in my vandalism
I’ve gone crooked on you
with my disfigured truth
face to face with your dissidence
I’m your apparition
for your sensory misjudgments
I’m the amputation
for every demigod that falls
I’m the abolition
to get my truth into their skulls
you’re my ammunition
we’re going crooked
with knotted fingers & a forked tongue
twist the fixtures until they snap
then revel in my demolition
pin the pieces upon my chest
and declare them medals of honor
so shall they become, always to be
in a very real way, they already were
just try to tell me otherwise
I’ll tangle you in your own convictions
twist your words until they’re traitorous
then exult in my denigration
I’ve gone crooked on you
with my disfigured truth
spouting surreal words
with fingers crossed & forked tongue in cheek
whisper disfigured truths into history’s ear
then rejoice in my plagiarism
tie your wings behind your back
and mitre you tomorrow’s hero
so shall you become, it was meant to be
I have mysterious ways, consider it already done
just try to see things any other way
I’ll blind you with your own dreams
whisper deformed tenets upon your flesh
then triumph in my vandalism
I’ve gone crooked on you
with my disfigured truth
face to face with your dissidence
I’m your apparition
for your sensory misjudgments
I’m the amputation
for every demigod that falls
I’m the abolition
to get my truth into their skulls
you’re my ammunition
we’re going crooked
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when i 1st wrote the bulk of this, it was meant to be primarily a socio-political, cultural sort of thing. it lost some of that in the process & my subsequent touch-ups tonite, but that's obviously still a prevalent theme. i could best explain that approach with a quote you might (and by "might", i of course mean "damn well better") recognize from Obi-Wan Kenobi in Return of the Jedi - "So what I told you was true, from a certain point of view... You're going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view." - an over-simplification, sure, even in that singular interpretation, but just one guiding thought i feel might help frame the whole thing a bit better.
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From the point of view from the average Republic Citizen, the Separatists were just a handful of corrupt businessmen and terrorists and hired thugs commanding an army of droids, there couldn't actually be PEOPLE on their side.
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From the point of view of the average Separatist, the republic was a corrupt Senate and a horde of evil knight templars commanding an army of clones to repress freedom, there couldn't actually be PEOPLE on their side.