It may be in the end
That mad obsessions bend your mind,
Unless you change, and leave them all behind.
Impulsive exclamations,
Cruel barbs spoken or spat but half in jest,
Sexual fantasies and mimes,
Lying composed, relaxed,
The lull before the tempest,
Bitter, biting, fanatic hate
Of enemies real and imagined,
Mock torture of tormentors,
Debased, bludgeoned,
Fantasy and reality half merged,
Desires transforming mere thoughts into deed,
Undisciplined and totally submerged
In self-gratification, lust and greed,
Ego and pride humility berate,
The candle burned low, and the hour late,
Best check yourself
While there’s still time or else
It may be in the end
That mad obsessions bend your mind,
Lest you change soon, and leave them all behind.
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