I don't care who I am anymore.
Or if I fit into your preconceived ideas of me.
I wear this mask selling myself like a whore.
I play this role for society.

Enduring faithlessly these days.
Accepting shamelessly what's given.
I learned long ago the value of an ego.
Though I still haven't learned to ride naked through the streets or inflate it.

There are lessons to be learned.
Bad habits to be picked up from the people surrounding,
Who are winning around me.
For the spectacles I see and the lies that I smell daily Insanely.

The perversions of life seep into us all.
Until we become one of the herd or slaughtered.
You wonder if any of this will have mattered.
They say your life won't pass judgment on your soul.
I smile, wait, and stoke the fires with you like coal.

Blessed are you, The Wolves, for you will come to me
And revel in the fires of my infernal majesty
'Tis better to rule then to serve
And you shall receive all you've deserved

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