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The other side of me is inside of me yet beside me
He confides in me and the others hide from me
Although we are all one
Each one is second to none
Some think pain is fun
As long as evil is done under the sun
There is a specific one who thinks he won
But he has been more than out done by more than one!
As a matter of fact
My intellectuality and tact
Makes them resent me
And he is one who believes in a tit for tat
But I got the bat behind my back
But sometimes forget I can’t come from behind his back
When his back is mine
We are both woven and intertwined
Although many brains in just one mind
Possibly many minds in just one brain
That’s possibly why they know how to refrain
I have learned to gain
Others know how to restrain
Some refrain
But this one spoken of above
Is the meticulous
Highly ridiculously, vicious malicious one.
He believes he has a son.
A son born through me
But by me there is but one seed
And I refuse to feed his need of contemptuous greed
Verbalized forms to bleed
Let him bleed by the way side
On the other side of Bayside
Near the seven train possibly
Visually intrinsic
Forensic evidence shows who he be
He be me, inside of me
Thus I am he and they are we
For together
We will rise and fall simultaneously
The side of me that speaks gregariously
Is also the one who speaks belligerently
His need for belligerence.
Is in need of deliverance.
For he must be saved
For all of the hate and pain that he craves
Not only craved but ‘til this day continues in his denial
Constantly changing up his lyrical style
So you can’t catch him after the following mile.
He runs and hides
With only himself he confides
He has swollen pride
But his ego nearly died
Through me, his desires got nearly tied.
Thus that part of me that was killed off
Gives him reason
To just sit back and scoff
For he is not only a whore-monger
He is considered the warmonger.
Of my soul
The rest of you should know.
That he bows to none
Nothing under the sun
Is considered a moment of joy
Unless it deals with splitting minds open like atoms
Which he trained me to do since I was a little boy!
A little boy I was
And into a man eventually became
But grew to become confused, enthused and religiously insane.
Because he burned inside with hate of the thought to ever lose
I bow to him yet he bows to me
For with him I am me and yet without me, he cant’t be!
I now feel I can conclude supposedly
That my life could never be rosy
He tries to consume me
But I now assume see!
That if I rid my mind then I can get him ridden
And if I become his God
Then I am forced to forgive him
But since we are more than just a duality
More like a laborious multiplicity
The consistent reality of he with me
Is that we will both die together you see.
One way or another
He is still a part of me
And I am a part of he
For together we create we
And we will work together simultaneously
And although we hate each other vehemently
We will seduce and introduce the truth secretly!
SkTzO
