The freedom to be an unconscious asshole
O ye, Soft hand, aren’t thee compassion or grace
That keeps the world from splitting apart?
Where art thou, a journey into virtue showed
Me paradise of sanity and a well managed life.
Here I am, a scoundrel again, yes indeed! Hard to live with, spreading animosity and hate into the hearts of those who love me most, but I can’t see it coz I’m blind, I’m powerlessly evil, if only I wasn’t disturbed in my soft illusion! How rotten is my heart, severely cut in the middle! How reckless and ruthless I am! I betrayed everyone tonight, but I won’t let myself down. I’ll open the windows in the morning and grieve in silence my past virtue! Hell, here I come again as soon as I close my eyes.
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