Unadulterated Self-Analysis
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Fear and joy go hand in hand
Resent for the other is not what I intend
For both can lead to either's path
And why the frightening can make me laugh
Morality is a skewed philosophy
With the obvious laws to abide by, I see
Yet people will tell me how wrong I am
I do not consider myself of the damned
Human nature disgust me to no dying end
The duality of which one cannot mend
While my views may conflict with how I can be
It is not I who commits unnending hypocrisy
Admittedly I could be an agent for peace
If mankind were to take a moment to cease
Claiming charity and tolerance in their new horrors
And realize the sky is not just one color
I create the illusion that I see beyond
The spectrum that man has held to for so long
Yet constantly I'm reminded to being wrong
Reminded omnipotence takes no place in their song
Wise mens' words are shut down by those louder
Like Christ, Syddartha, they must be the martyr
My ignorance may surpass my limited wisdom
Yet fools will designate me into society's schism
My belief in the world that cannot be seen
Has conflicted with scholars of high esteem
Yet what I know of what we can see
Will not remove us from scientific harmony
I've tried to go the way of tragedy
Of Thompson, Van Gogh, and Hemingway before me
But false hope life had in its final goodbye
For not even by my own hand shall I be able to die
You can claim peace, love, and understanding
But know that I will find you to be lying
You can try and find within me a muse
But all there will be is a formerly-lit fuse
Pretend to have knowledge and reassurance
In what are my sins and reasons for repentance
Interpret my words in the hope we're the same
But know it a lie, disguised in a name