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Lurking psychopath
Behind the shadows of senses,
Their lies a lurking psychopath,
Among the weeds of offences,
He stays evolving in his facts,
When the sweetness overtakes,
And they name the chaos "ego",
The conspirant smiles I make,
The pyschopath arises in worse,
It'll make you hate me,
It'll make you know my half face,
All your patience goes like geez,
And all our good has got him.





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