A Self Created Deuce
In my world of intolerable self detachment
I sit dispassionately as I fight to regain morality
Trying to pass judgment on a life of choices
This is how I have chosen to pass my time of error.
You will not be my prophet criticizing my wrong doings
I need not a man to point out deformity and shortcomings
So I'll wish nothing but the most honorable alternatives
To maintain a continuing power to sustain and carry on.
I can survive through what the world makes of me
Hold in my hand the hearts and souls of weak minds
And crush my insecurities by measuring their inadequacies
I will be the person I've sought out in no other.
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