Looking down upon me,
Symbolizing my most devilish parts,
Though, subliminally,
Like everything you don’t want to face,
Just shred it and forget,
Then, when it regenerates and returns,
Push it back down and then never fret it,
For what are we if not made to deny,
What is in all of us?
We propose ideal worlds for which to strive,
That are not serious,
We all know it,
They are repression tools,
Both, to forget the devil inside us,
And to control us as ignorant fools.
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