There is no benevolent burglar,
no righteous thief.
Those who stole your identity away from you
cannot restore it back to you.
They never understood it in the first place.
All they knew was it got in the way,
posed an obstacle to be removed.
So they made a way
through, over, under
Then blew up that gold mine,
covered over it with a multitude of lies.
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