Psych
Scared to let nature be nature
a mutant form of thinking
the brain molded into some sick twisted operating system, a brain within a brain
the scary twin brother of all that is normal
the engine of a car telling the wheels and axels to misbehave
the gift of thought kidnapped by guilt and fear
the skill of self recognition slowly atrophys
scared to let what is destiny take its course.
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