Fallacy…

I’m the monster in your denialism, the bogyman you warn your kids about …
I’m the illicit mayhem that have risen, which you keep on the roundabout…
I’m the one you paint with explicit criticism, although I’m the satyr you wont live without…
So you hide me in your darkest prison where you dominate your submissive sprout…
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Why ponder over irrationalities?, just be true to what you believe…
Embrace your desire’s abnormalities, where concupiscence brings relief…
Accept each deed of lustful normality, as a steppingstone to peace...
Just like I accept your toxic insanity, with a conscious filled with sleaze.
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For I am the light in your twisted head, casting shadow wherein you confide…
I’m the secrets happening in your bed, were all pleasurable sins abide…
And behind closed doors where you fear to tread, ill find us side by side…
Ill guide you through the things you dread untill the truth will make you cry…
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So, I become the nightmare to your screams, because depravity makes us true…
You fear me in your futuristic dreams, as you yearn my truth so crude…
Because I’m not playing tambourine to any juvenile in his youth…
You...