Greetings Sir, I am your ego
Don’t listen to him, what does he know?
Your opinions are Gospel, you have no peers.
Check your reflection in all their tears.
Embrace your perfection, ignore their fears.
Do what you what, whenever you want
To care is to level yourself with the weaker.
Question the speaker, he hasn’t your wisdom.
Grant them overwhelming lust when you kiss them.
Feelings, dismiss them, shrug them from your back.
They’ll only resent you for beauty they lack.
Small minds won’t believe there’s no surface to crack.
Stray from the track.
Your conscience, clear, see through to the core.
Ignore the righteous, your spirit is pure.
Morals, a bore. Those rules are below
You transcend above all the guilt they bestow.
Do what you want, ignore their fears.
You’re opinion is Gospel, you have no peers.
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