What's Yours Is Mine (By Right)

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I don’t take, I *reclaim*
What you call yours? Just shame.
You got too much, I got a cause
And justice always bends the laws

I smile while I tally gain
Drenched in talk of easing pain
But give me gold, give me land
(And sign it with your guilty hand)

I plead the hurt, I wear the tear
While I appraise your silverware
I’ll weaponize your past misdeed
To justify my holy greed

What’s yours is mine, by right, by rule
I take, I tax, I bend the school
Your riches smell of old decay
(So I deserve them—*all* today)

I preach in robes, I sell remorse
And cash your guilt like fine discourse
No limit to what I can seize
(For empathy is my disease)

I give out crumbs, then take the plate
With polished lips that speak of fate
I weep for all who came before—
(While building my revolving door)

There’s no enough, no end, no pause
I dress up theft in noble cause
The language bends, the hearts grow numb
(But I still beat my justice drum)

I’ll perjure truth with velvet tongue
Turn victims out of those I stung
Your charity? A waiting vault—
I’ll break it in your name—*your fault*

What’s yours is mine, by pain, by plea
I’ll squeeze it dry compassion-free
I smile and weep, I grab, I gorge
(And call it balance from the forge)

I need, I want, I claim, I crave
No debt’s too deep, no soul too brave
If you resist, I raise the stake—
(The only evil’s what you *make*)

I call it justice, but I count
Not pain, not peace—just the amount
And those who serve beneath my sign
Will tithe their hearts, and call it fine

What’s yours is mine, and mine stays mine
With laws I tweak and scripts I sign
I claim the wound, I mark the land
(Then rob you blind with open hand)

Your kindness builds my private throne
For guilt’s a bank I call my own
So give me more, and hold me tight—
My greed is holy, my theft is right.