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You earthly passe with no form,
With a diabolical control over me,
You raise above the mundane norm,
And support like a root to a tree.
Fair is not a word I associate with you,
Neither do you connect with the people around,
Nor can you take my cue,
And after all you dont make me proud.
Not even death can extricate me
from your insatiable wantings
For somehow, you’ve embedded yourself
even in my own dark death wish
My majestic ego, neither can I embrace nor let you go,
You protect me and propel me to successes,
Pick me up when I am down, But only I know,
That there is no Victory at all against the fascist self.
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