Don’t fight with me
I am just muscle and skeleton
I can be human
or a setan
People will either love me
or the curse will go on
Even if I stop pointing
I’ll still be a topic of fun
People will holster their fear
and still point me their gun
I am not pious like a nun
My legs are strong but tied
so I cannot run
No matter how wide the maze
there are desires to chase
I will outgrow this phase
before I turn to skeleton



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