Ive learned to control my thoughts ever since I recognized the first eavesdropper those who listen in on my thoughts, my logic, my sanity I cannot let them know I dont know the verses, or converse in my head lash out at future foes, banter with friends Ive not yet met The psychoaggressive minions of your lord mock with laugher I cant hear, with hidden scowls they admonish me Nothings sacred, Nothings safe your filthy god is omnipresent, this undying nonentity that haunts my every waking dream They watch me, his mortal flock, they know me now by sight alone my thoughts are too well concealed... Yet I sense more scrutiny Fleeting luciditys too loud for me, let me be my silent self our existences irreconciled Make them stop! Im rotting fast... The answer, painful though it may be, is change Alter my outer shell... The listeners may not, then, know its me Open Face Surgery short of pain and long on masquerade Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight nip here, tuck there... So who needs eyelids?
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