| I’ve learned to control my thoughts
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| Ever since I recognized the first eavesdropper:
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| Those who listen in on my thoughts
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| My logic, my sanity
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| I cannot let them know I don’t know
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| The verses, or converse in my head:
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| Lash out at future foes
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| Banter with friends I’ve not yet met
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| The… psychoaggressive minions of
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| Your lord mock with laugher I can’t hear
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| With hidden scowls they admonish me
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| Nothing’s sacred, Nothing’s safe:
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| Your filthy god is omnipresent
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| This undying nonentity that haunts
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| My every waking dream
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| They watch me, his mortal flock
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| They know me now by sight alone:
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| My thoughts are too well concealed…
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| Yet I sense more scrutiny
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| Fleeting… lucidity’s too loud for me
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| Let me be my silent self:
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| Our existences irreconciled
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| Make them stop! |
| I’m rotting fast…
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| The answer, painful though it may be is change
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| Alter my outer shell…
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| The listener’s may not, then, know it’s me
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| Open Face Surgery: short of pain
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| And long on masquerade
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| Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight
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| Nip here, tuck there… So who needs eyelids? |