Not to be Scorpio,
To refrain from caring about affronts,
To my intense ego,
Which does not care to socialize with those,
Who behave with bad faith,
My instinct is to let them understand,
That the consequences are mine to make,
Instead I must put on a mask that says,
I don't see anything,
That is the only possible reason,
That they'd still be living.
I'll wear my horn!
Hanging from a gold chain,
Its presence will keep me safe from the truth,
Which will only lead to regret and pain.
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