The False Idol.

I am the False Idol.

A tool made of steel.

I see no gender.

I have no moral compass.

I do not care who you are.

Hold me to feel powerful.

Sleep next to me to feel safe.

Use me to survive me.

Cry for your sacrifce.

Feed me your thoughts and prayers.

Worship me.

Without you I’d be nothing.

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